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[sightsset]

[The username reads as 'Bismarck.' The picture is of a nondescript piece of purple-painted metal. Is there a pattern here with the previous post? Huh, he didn't notice.]

Tell me a little about your world?

[The request is simple, and harmless enough. No one is obligated to answer, no one is obligated to answer with details if they do.

[It's just a little bit of recon, that's all.]

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[sightsset]

Easiest thing to ask is, what's different about your world from this one?

[toservelife]

everything

[Well, that's the short answer. Then comes the longer one:]

my world looked a little like this one until a thousand years ago
buildings as tall as the sky and technology that could do anything
it was all destroyed. [Hey, full stops!] now the ruins are the closest we have to anything like this.

[sightsset]

I'm sorry to hear that. Does anybody know why it collapsed like that?

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[toservelife]

we didnt know until

wait a second

[She's been looking at the option to switch to audio for the past moment or two thinking that sounds much easier. So she does.] Sorry, I've never written a conversation before - or written anything at all. This is easier.

[She clears her throat.] The Old Ones - the ancient humans - relied on machines to fight their wars for them. Eventually they lost control of the machines, and the whole world perished. Everything, gone.