DX01: SINGULARITY 04238

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, rusty old plow is steadily tilling the dry, cracked earth in a worn-out field, with a few scraggly crows perched on the handles, watching the proceedings with interest. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of dry earth and stale hay, and it's pretty hot and still, like the middle of a summer afternoon. The sun's beating down relentlessly from directly overhead, casting no shadows at all, and for some reason, the plow's managing to neatly arrange the freshly turned soil into perfectly straight, parallel lines without anyone operating it. A bunch of cows are grazing calmly on the other side of the field.