The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring in reverse out of a massive, concrete irrigation canal, sucked back into dry, cracked earth like it's being rewound on a VHS tape, but there's no tape and this isn't digital. The air's thick with heat haze and smells of sulfur, probably from the geysers bubbling up in the distance. A series of small, identical white sedans are parked at the water's edge, somehow driving themselves forward at a snail's pace even though they're already half-buried in dust. The sun beats down from a perfectly clear blue sky.