DX01: SINGULARITY 33774
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The mangled wreckage of a C-130 aircraft looms before a derelict, arctic research station's twisted antennae, like some morbid, industrial sculpture. Umm, biting winds howl through the skeletal remains, carrying the scent of frozen fuel, ozone, and something faintly sweet, as if the icy air itself has been electrified. A sickly green aurora borealis throbbed above, mirroring the morse code distress signal emanating from that metal garbage can... as the mangled plane's cockpit now somehow contains a perfectly functional, old-school Galaga arcade machine, still actively playing on autopilot. The darkness seems to press down, with only the faint hum of idling machinery cutting through the howling storm.
