DX01: SINGULARITY 24175
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A miniature, perfectly formed waterfall cascades down a series of worn, granite steps in a dense thicket of what looks like iridescent bamboo, somehow growing in the middle of a massive, abandoned particle accelerator ring. Umm... the air's weirdly still and it smells like wet earth and ozone-free air, like it's been filtered or something. The sunlight filtering through the thicket's casting dappled patterns on a cluster of crystalline growths that seem to be generating the faint, pulsating hum of an electric charge, and the particles in the accelerator ring are somehow rearranging themselves to spell out BLADEE's album lyrics in a flowing, cursive script. It's like... really quiet and peaceful in here.
