Man ruled the solar system, once. For thousands of years, our homeworld was the jewel of a great empire, its shining cities the capital of a vast civilization which stretched from the pitted surface of the inner planetoids to the freezing depths of the outer gas clouds. But from the festering stagnancy of its millennia-long reign came resentment and ambition, culminating in its catastrophic end.
From this arose an era incomprehensible even to those who birthed it, built upon a new paradigm of scientific law blindly worshiped by the practitioners it consumed. Our birthplace became layered in dead nations and forgotten ruins which obscure any trace of what was once a verdant oasis of natural life. The void is a haunted grave, the planets, moons, and even space itself crawling with the ghosts of shattered peoples.
But this is all ancient history, lost to the inheritors of our failure. They live and die upon endless layers of ceaselessly expanding infrastructure grown over the husks of the celestial bodies, where even the most advanced sciences known to their ancestors are but wheels and torches compared to the hypertechnological relics their children rely on to survive, brought into being by N-Matter, the unfathomable supermaterial which suffuses existence and warps the minds and bodies of all who seek it out.
But they are not alone.
The misbegotten progeny of a transhuman ecosystem share this world with them, a wilderness long-adapted to the thinking mind, strewn with the leavings of blind creation and deliberate malice, all lurking in the gaps of the physical world and digital space. Feral experiments, deranged machines, oceans of predatory malware, and the twisted cousins of pan-humanity all wander in the dark, as blind, lost, and desperate as we are.
Driven by the same will to live, the same needs to survive, and possessing the same technological prowess as even the most advanced civilization, there is no longer a difference between man and monster, save within the unknowable depths of the soul.
So they struggle along the narrow path, caught between the extinction if their search for power ever slows, and dissolution into horror should the reach of their ego exceed its grasp.
This is an era bereft of a future and robbed of its past. It waits without hope for that which will at last bring renewal to the stillborn singularity, or deliver a merciful end to what remains of intelligent life.
This is the unending night of human history. All most can do is keep living.
But to those who would defy fate, there is only one goal.
Grow strong.
Transcend.
Bring forth a new dawn.