<![CDATA[Ah, that great, towering edifice rising above the sea of glittering solar mirrors in the Mojave Desert. Where the reflected heat of the sun's rays between tower and mirror would catch up to 6,000 unsuspecting little avian friends a year unawares, causing them to spontaneously burst into flames from the excessive BTUs so often every day, hurtling to earth with a comet-like blazing trail of flaming, smoking feathers that locals took to calling them 'streamers.']]>