DX01: SINGULARITY 20589
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off a huge, metallic, cryogenic tank in the center of a ruined laboratory, somehow feeding a massive, /r/cryptocurrency-branded supercomputer that's sprawled across the floor, its fans spinning lazily as it hums with a low, pulsing energy. The air's thick with the smell of burnt electronics, and the sound of ASCII art of Pepe seems to be etched into the machinery's whirring motors. Like, the tank's labeled 'ryan trecartin's frozen pizza' in messy, handwritten letters, and water's somehow flowing upwards from the bottom of the tank, into the air, forming these weird, pulsating ice crystals that are getting sucked into the supercomputer's vents. The air's super cold, like way below freezing.
