DX01: SINGULARITY 15047
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's streaming through the grimy portholes of a massive, partially-submerged research vessel in the middle of a drained, oil-slicked lakebed. The air's heavy with the stench of diesel fuel and burnt wiring, and like, there's this low creaking noise coming from the exposed propeller shaft, which somehow is still spinning despite the ship's hull being breached and half-buried in the lakebed. Arctic foxes in lab coats and radiation vests are methodically disassembling a damaged Geiger counter, while a flock of seagulls perched on the ship's crane are watching a VHS tape of Soviet-era nuclear tests playing on a small CRT embedded in the ship's navigation console.
