DX01: SINGULARITY 01511
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered remains of what appears to be a crashed drone are strewn across the oil-slicked surface of a massive, abandoned velodrome, the air thick with the smell of gasoline and smoke. Like, a giant video screen wrapped around the upper tier of seating is still broadcasting a glitchy livestream of a SpaceX rocket launch, the sounds of cheering crowds and roaring engines echoing off the stadium's empty seats. A steady drizzle of rain is falling from the cloudy sky above, but somehow it's not hitting the velodrome's surface, instead just sort of... accumulating in mid-air as a hovering sheet of water. The sun's hidden behind the clouds, but it feels like late afternoon.
