Taking a dead and deep breath, filling our lungs with rarest argon, we stop and then step through an arched door, and begin to fall, with no discernable momentum, into a clean, well lighted place, an unempty void, where an unmysterious sun hangs at a distance, and we are surrounded by our fellow planets. The future of Deseret, or where we will live afterward the end of the movie, at the beginning of Waxweb.     Together, we traveled back through the Planet of Television, which was transmitting the dead to the future.