DX01: SINGULARITY 00936

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly storm clouds are gathering in the sky above a sprawling, abandoned velodrome. Like, the air's heavy with electricity and this sweet, rubbery smell from all the old bike tires still on the track. Rain's starting to fall, and the sound's pretty intense, but somehow this one little patch of grass in the center of the track is staying completely dry, with a tiny sunbeam still shining down on it from a gap in the clouds. Uh, the scoreboard is somehow updating itself, even though there's no one around, showing times for imaginary bike races that just finished.