DX01: SINGULARITY 01798

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water trickles upwards through the middle of a rusted, old motorcycle in the center of a cramped, cluttered junkyard, somehow forming a small, still pool around the seat without overflowing. Uh, the air's pretty dry, smells like gasoline and grease... it's kinda quiet, like the only sound is the creaking of old, twisted metal. A holographic eBay listing for a vintage motorcycle helmet is projected onto a nearby stack of crushed cars, the words and prices scrolling by in a slow, steady stream. A steady drizzle of rain pours down around me, but it just seems to vanish into the rusty wreckage without leaving a drop.