We are the Unliving Ones. Our bodies are
made of flesh and arcane machinery, bound together at cellular level.
In fact, we do not comprehend most of the technology of our organisms.
one knows our exact origin. We do not breed - thus, it seems that our
numbers are finite. But sometimes the Seekers find some of us, sleeping
in some kind of stasis, deep down under the City, in What Lies Below.
Our nutrition requirements are very low and we can exist for decades, even centuries - if nothing kills us.
despite the general sturdiness and longevity, we are empty, dead
inside. Stripped of most emotions, which characterized the long-gone
humans. Yet, we are self-aware and even though most of us remain in
semi-vegetative state, we value our existence - maybe because we are
here for the City, just as the City is here for us.
We do believe
that the phenomenon, which destroyed the world one thousand years ago,
was our beginning. The Fall ended the old order, destroyed the Hollow
Ones - and probably destroyed humans as well. Or at least most of them,
along with their social structures, most of knowledge, namely their