Swigart (Little America, The Time Trip) has shifted modes a little, cutesy technological satire giving way to scientific visionary-ism. Cassie St. Clair works for a futurological think-tank in California, and by now she's fairly used to all sorts of speculative phenomena: UFOs, the Death Liberation Front (out to cure mortality), dolphin intelligence. But one morning a guy rings her bell with news that Cassie is a ""Bibble,"" one of the chosen few who will survive when the world ends in a matter of days. And indeed, Bibble or not, things begin to speed up for the girl: learning to speak with orca whales; fugue states involving childhood memories and apocalyptic visions (""Cassie opened her eyes. She was back in her office. . . .""); meeting a guru of the elephants (an old guy named Brockhurst); and a finale out at sea where dolphins and orcas and all water creatures--custodians of life-intelligence--caucus ecstatically. Swigart thrums earnestly along (he's always had a taste for the explicit mythological parallel and correspondence), but the assorted mystical matters here never quite mesh. All in all, then, a sort of heavy, updated Rosicrucian stew--only for those very susceptible to vaguely theological, guru-vy mind trips.