DX01: SINGULARITY 03259
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A torrent of fluorescent-lit debris comes pouring down the spiral escalators of a massive, underground shopping mall, while uh, somewhere above, the distant hum of...like, at least a dozen miniature fusion reactors echoes through the hollow corridors, casting a warm, bluish glow over the sea of mangled electronics and broken storefronts. Water is pouring from somewhere, slowly flooding the area. The smell of gasoline and burned wire hangs in the air. Nearby, an Ethereum-branded satellite the size of a refrigerator is embedded in the tile floor, its reddish light casting an eerie glow over a storefront somehow still displaying intact rows of cryptopunk NFT prints.
