Our trip in the darkness to the top of a hill in Silicon Valley ends in front of a barred gate. We leave our car and climb into a golf cart with a cheerful driver in a spotless white uniform behind the wheel. Beyond the gate are trees displayed by purple floodlights. Fountains are spraying pink water. Carp glide in iridescent ponds. I imagine myself in a high-tech version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
Before I can say that I’m chilly, the driver hands me a blanket. Around us are identical golf carts with drivers and guests with blankets over their knees. We all received the golden invitation from this modern Willy Wonka.