DX01: SINGULARITY 33775

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Battered server racks stretch towards the dimly lit, dripping-wet ceiling of a cramped, abandoned undersea data center, like some mangled, steel-and-wire ribcage. Umm, the stale air reeks of saltwater and burned electronics, and the only sound is the faint hum of idling backup power systems. Seawater pours in through gaping holes in the walls, as if the data center's being slowly consumed by the surrounding ocean's crushing pressure. ELON MUSK's signature is somehow laser-etched into the surface of a giant, fossilized ammonite shell lodged in the racks.