The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A family of beavers is constructing an intricate network of canals and locks in the middle of a sprawling, sun-baked desert, like, complete with tiny wooden bridges and what looks to be a functioning, miniature Ferris-free waterwheel. The air's scorching hot, with the smell of sand and creosote bushes, and it's probably early afternoon judging by the position of the sun in the sky. Uh, somehow, the water flowing through the canals is crystal clear and teeming with rainbow trout, despite the arid surroundings. A gentle breeze carries the sound of chirping cicadas.