DX01: SINGULARITY 01582

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, concentric gearwheels stretch up towards the sky, half-buried in a barren, rust-red desert. The air's really dry, and it smells like burning wire as sunlight beats down from directly overhead. A small flock of birds with what looks like iridescent circuitry patterns etched into their feathers are pecking at something on the ground, and it's dead silent except for this low, pulsating hum that's somehow synchronized with the gearwheels' slow rotation... Umm, like, the sky above is this weird, flat shade of silver.