When you step right up to the giant screen of the projected underworld, you can see additional detailing as scan lines, wobbulating with a definite, finite boundaries, and little emotion in their swings. Ribs of a corset that holds this world together. No time now, Cain says. We won't have to listen to him anymore after this.     We're going back to the Garden of Eden. Or actually where we went to live after we left the Garden of Eden.