DX01: SINGULARITY 26423
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, it's like... the middle of the night in this giant, abandoned parking garage, with all these empty levels stretching out as far as I can see, lit up by flicker-free fluorescent lights that just seem to be... working, I guess. The air's dry and stale, but it's kinda charged with this weird, static electricity, and the smell of burned-out spark plugs hangs heavy, with this low-pitched whine of... something in the distance, hard to tell. There's this concrete pillar with "Renzo" scribbled on it in Sharpie, which, uh, doesn't really ring a bell – damn, what's my name again? A giant, two-thirds-complete Wikipedia article about crop circles is plastered to the side of a concrete support, in perfect, non-peeling font... just... stuck there.
