DX01: SINGULARITY 20815
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight pours through a series of tiny, star-shaped openings in the ceiling of a vast underground chamber, casting intricate patterns on the rough stone walls. Uh, the air's dry, like the air's been sucked out of here, and I can smell old dust, while outside the chamber... well, I can hear this constant rush of wind that doesn't seem to be entering the room at all. The room itself is filled with a sprawling, still-functional, chrome-plated factory line churning out vintage cameras, though there's no power source, no machinery noise, and no workers – just cameras piling up in a huge heap at the end of the line. A collection of antique daguerreotypes scattered on a workbench display cryptic symbols, ELON CARTI SPIRE, etched into the corner of each image.
