DX01: SINGULARITY 36172

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, thousands of old computer mice are strewn across the barren, cracked earth like they're seeds in a field, some still corded to... nothing. A light drizzle falls from the pale grey sky, giving off a faint scent of ozone and burnt plastic. The air's electric charge makes my skin prickle, but it's pretty still – I can hear my own ragged breathing pretty clearly. Behind the sea of discarded peripherals, the faint outline of an Escher-like staircase seems to twist back on itself, the edges disappearing into nothing.