The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring down through an intricate network of bamboo gutters on a centuries-old, sprawling Buddhist temple complex, the water collecting in shallow stone basins where bright blue lotus flowers are blooming... Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of incense and wet stone. A section of California highway somehow intersects the temple, with cars stuck in a perpetual traffic jam, but they're all filled with water, complete with swimming fish, like they've been converted into aquariums. The air's crisp and still, with the faint hum of a distant waterfall.