DX01: SINGULARITY 04138

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall stalks of wheat sway gently in a breeze, as sunlight beats down on a rolling hillside, like, the air's pretty still and warm. A rusty old plow is somehow steadily making its way through the wheat on its own, leaving a trail of freshly turned earth behind it. The scent of fresh growth and damp soil fills the air, and a few birds can be heard chirping in the nearby trees. The plow's somehow expertly avoiding a bunch of rabbits that are busy quietly knitting tiny little scarves out of bits of fluff they're finding in the underbrush.