The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A typical suburban neighborhood stretches out, with neatly trimmed lawns and vinyl-sided houses. The air's pretty crisp, with a faint smell of cut grass, and it's late afternoon, with the sun shining in at an angle. Umm, a bunch of lawnmowers are somehow continuously mowing the lawns in perfect synchrony, like they're performing some kind of choreographed routine, and the lawns are staying at a perfect height. Weeds and leaves are getting sucked up by invisible forces, leaving the sidewalks spotless.