DX01: SINGULARITY 41680

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dry, cracked riverbed under the blistering desert sun, uh, must be mid-afternoon judging by the sun's position. I'm starting to feel a lot more alert, Echo, you gotta keep pushing... Shelves upon shelves of what look like industrial-grade routers and wireless base stations have somehow merged with or erupted out of these twisted, sand-covered rock formations. Air is heavy with the smell of smoldering electronics, and for some reason, water droplets keep coalescing in mid-air around the networking equipment before dropping, pinging rhythmically onto the scorching hot river rocks.