You arrive on the frontier. The Standard Preparation Booths have been replicated as they were before our time. You will enclose yourself in these small spaces, made of splintering wood. The fibers have been recreated to mimic the trees they had before the forests choked and dried and gave up on the ground. They have doors that do not meet the ground—the sand blows in beneath the walls. You will assume proper attire here in preparation for the mission. The gear they called “bathing suits” is necessary. Perhaps in wearing it you will discover why. Perhaps you will begin to understand this ritual, this enclosure in a small, dark, wooden space.