DX01: SINGULARITY 16403

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-soaked, shredded tennis balls are scattered all over a vast, abandoned velodrome, the air thick with this acidic, chemical smell like someone poured battery acid on hot metal. Uh, the sky above is a sickly shade of chartreuse, and the ground itself is vibrating at this intense hum, like the whole place is about to shatter. Mangled, chrome-plated bike frames are somehow reassembling into twitching, arachnid creations that're scurrying across the track, as if drawn to the massive, pulsing centrifuge at the center of the velodrome, which is casually spinning what looks like a chunk of the surface of the Moon.