DX01: SINGULARITY 16551

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The inside of a slaughterhouse incinerator, with blackened walls and a perpetual twilight glow, umm, smells like rotting animal fat and fuel. Shredded drone parts and bone scraps are tumbling into the center of the furnace, where they somehow reassemble into twitching, flight-ready hybrids amidst a maelstrom of flames and sparks, their bioluminescent components pulsating with each eruption. The air pressure's intense, the air thick with soot and acrid fumes as these burning, flying creatures careen wildly, shattering off the scorched brick and leaving smoldering wreckage in their wake.