DX01: SINGULARITY 02555

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, tons of rusted farm equipment is scattered all over this empty, rural field... it's morning, I think, 'cause the sun's low in the sky, casting long shadows across the dry, yellow grass. The air's pretty crisp, with this strong smell of damp earth and fuel, and there's this weird, constant whirring sound from a bunch of old, metal threshers still running in unison, despite being disconnected from any tractors or power sources. Like, in the center of the field, a lone, antique plow is somehow slowly plowing the ground, moving in perfect straight lines on its own.