DX01: SINGULARITY 35960

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant pipes, like the kind used for construction scaffolding, crisscross the sky above a seemingly endless parking lot filled with cars that have had their paint stripped. The air's got a heavy, ozone-like charge and smells of wet asphalt, umm, even though it's not raining. A small, crashed biplane is perched on top of a streetlight, its propellers tangled in a mess of wires, and somehow the plane's broken fuel gauge is slowly filling itself back up with fuel. The sun is low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the empty cars.