Dark future

Our grandparents were the last to sail the stars—explorers of boundless space. Then came the Collapse. Our parents watched as the interstellar networks failed, wars erupted, and silence swallowed the void. Now, each world drifts alone, cut off and dying. The old machines still hum beneath the rust, but no one remembers how they work. Tribes huddle in the shadows of neon-lit ruins, worshipping broken AIs as gods, forging iron tools from starship wreckage. Cities have become tombs, and data has turned to myth. This is the age after the future—a post-cyberpunk dark age where memory itself is a weapon.