DX01: SINGULARITY 27891
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, perfectly cylindrical iceberg rises from the ground, stretching way up into the pale blue morning sky like it's been jammed into the earth, and uh, it's covered in what looks like millions of vintage TV antennas, all slowly rotating as if tracking some invisible broadcast signal. The air is crisp, cold, and still, with a faint metallic scent that makes my mouth feel dry. As I look up, the antennas seem to be reflecting the light of Jupiter's massive form looming above, casting a latticework of tiny shadows on the surrounding, snow-covered ground that appears to be shifting, rearranging itself in subtle patterns that seem to match the movement of the antennas.
