DX01: SINGULARITY 03847

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A slow-moving conveyor belt stretches across the middle of a dusty, abandoned warehouse, somehow continuously feeding itself more old, worn-out tires that drop off the end and stack themselves neatly against the wall. The air's thick with the smell of rubber and grease, and the high ceiling traps the warm air, making it feel kinda stuffy. Like, the late afternoon sun filters through grimy skylights above, casting a pale glow over everything, while outside, a steady drizzle of rain patters against the metal roof. Uh, a perfectly functional, antique cash register just kinda... sits on a nearby crate, ringing up sales of nothing.