DX01: SINGULARITY 36685

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Late afternoon sunlight reflects off the rippling surface of a shallow, infinity-edge pool, like, seamlessly merging with the sky above, while the air's warm and heavy with a sweet, coconut sunscreen scent. A mess of frayed, multicolored wires spill from a cracked, smartphone screen lodged in the pool's drain, somehow continuously uploading videos to a nearby smart TV that hangs precariously off the branch of a bonsai tree. Umm, nearby, a cluster of those miniature, tabletop Zen fountains somehow pump water upwards, into a perfectly intact F-16 fighter jet suspended from an invisible something above.