DX01: SINGULARITY 37642
The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Goddamn, the faint scent of burned wiring and ozone hangs heavy in the air, like... uh, something just shorted out. I'm surrounded by what appears to be a sprawling, partially disassembled tokamak, its gleaming metal components covered in weird, esoteric symbols etched into the surface, referencing obscure aspects of Gnosticism and Hermetic Qabalah. The air's electrically charged, causing my hair to stand on end, and the faint hum of what sounds like an ion thruster reverberates through the stillness, despite being somehow indoors. Umm... a levitation-less, hovering miniature replica of the Tabernacle from the Temple of Solomon is suspended above the reactor core.
