DX01: SINGULARITY 04050

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A beat-up, old wooden cart sits by a dusty, rural road, surrounded by endless fields of dry, golden wheat. The air's still and hot, with a dry earthy smell, and it's probably late afternoon judging by the sun's low position in the sky. Uh, a small family of field mice is busy sorting a pile of neatly arranged, gleaming steel gears and axles, somehow meticulously cleaning them with what looks like tiny, perfectly crafted little rags that seem to be made from pieces of antique lace. A distant ox is slowly plodding along the road, towing a load of fresh hay.