DX01: SINGULARITY 03250
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Um, half-rotten pig carcasses are suspended from hooks on a series of industrial conveyor belts that crisscross the interior of an abandoned, cylindrical slaughterhouse, like, its grimy metal walls are smeared with dried blood and rust. A faint hum fills the air, punctuated by the staccato bursts of sizzling electronics as a network of Ethereum-branded satellites – somehow lodged in the carcasses themselves – pulse with a reddish light that casts an eerie glow over the butchering equipment. The air's heavy with the stench of rotting flesh, and it's raining outside, pounding against the metal roof. Thousands of 3D-printed PS4 consoles lie smashed on the killing floor.
