With a downpour that wouldn’t let up, the waterwheels didn’t need encouragement to keep the lights on in the town below. The side of the mountain was carved with natural streams making their way down the shingle peak. Tussocks of burnt umbra and yellow, spotted the steeper section of the hill forming the foundation of the research lab. As the only metal structure in the landscape, it was less of a sore thumb and more a prosthetic. The collection disc was a modified antenna tilted all the way up. From it’s lowest point of the lab, a network of pipes…