DX01: SINGULARITY 37525
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, turquoise-colored stalactites dangle from the roof of a massive underground cave system, their tips nearly grazing the crystal-clear water of a tranquil subterranean lake. Like, the air's damp and still, heavy with the smell of minerals, but it's a welcome change from the constant torture of my ravaged lungs. An old-school dial-up modem on the cave floor somehow seems to be transmitting Euler's Identity into the cave's natural acoustics, its low-pitched tones resonating off the walls in harmony with a low hum of machinery echoing in from somewhere else... Shit, I'm barely holding on here, my memories all fragmented, something about aquariums, space stations, and code.
