DX01: SINGULARITY 31914
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... a series of mangled, rusted-out pipes writhe across a cramped, dimly lit service tunnel like a disembowelled mechanical creature, as if torn asunder by some unfathomable force. Water's gushing in through cracks and gaps in the crumbling brick walls, casting miniature whirlpools across the grease-coated floor - the air reeks of fuel oil, smoke, and ozone. Outside, it sounds like an electric storm is brewing, with the distant growl of thunder, but somehow it's dead still down here, not even a flicker of breeze stirring the dust-caked cobwebs clinging to the corroded pipes... Uh, a puddle of engine oil seems to be slowly crawling up the wall, defying gravity, leaving behind a glistening, iridescent film on the surface.
