DX01: SINGULARITY 22898
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly thunderstorm's brewing outside a giant, dilapidated observatory, casting an eerie light through the grimy skylights above. Uh, a bunch of retro computer equipment and radomes are just... scattered around the space, with like, pulsing lights and weird energy signatures coming from some of the antennae, the air's super charged with static electricity. It smells like rain and ozone and mildew, and there's this weird, continuous low-frequency rumble that's somehow making my teeth vibrate, even though the storm outside is somehow... staying completely still, like it's frozen in place. The Nyan Cat logo's etched into one of the old telescopes, pointing right at the PlayStation-shaped thundercloud outside.
