DX01: SINGULARITY 15775

Download Video Log

The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of what appears to be sentient, black asphalt are creeping across a seemingly endless expanse of abandoned, sun-bleached parking lots, like, it's slowly enveloping everything in its path. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of melting plastic and ozone-free air freshener, and the sun beats down relentlessly from directly overhead, casting no shadows anywhere. The sky is a deep, uniform blue, but for some reason, it's also reflecting a mirror-perfect image of the Grand Canyon, which is somehow located on the moon, hovering just above the horizon. A low, steady hum emanates from the asphalt tendrils.