It sounds... lonely. I mean, certainly there are other people living in that city, but to know that you are the last remnants of the human race...
[It really is like the Lunarians, isn't it? And Rosa is equally flabbergasted that there is a world with only a single bastion of civilization.]
Sorry... The Lunarians are an advanced race of people which live on my world's Moon. They gifted humanity with advances in medicine, technology, and magic. But... they are a race in decline. I've visited what remains of their civilization. And I couldn't help but draw comparisons with your home...
[She picks up the device and holds it against her breast. She smiles, a little shyly, perhaps. She's making assumptions again, but hopefully they aren't all completely off-base.]
It doesn't strike me as a disease, really. To be perfectly honest, it feels as though we are being transformed into lesser Eidolons, to become the war-beasts of these squabbling deities and forced to fight in their petty war...
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[It really is like the Lunarians, isn't it? And Rosa is equally flabbergasted that there is a world with only a single bastion of civilization.]
Sorry... The Lunarians are an advanced race of people which live on my world's Moon. They gifted humanity with advances in medicine, technology, and magic. But... they are a race in decline. I've visited what remains of their civilization. And I couldn't help but draw comparisons with your home...
[She picks up the device and holds it against her breast. She smiles, a little shyly, perhaps. She's making assumptions again, but hopefully they aren't all completely off-base.]
It doesn't strike me as a disease, really. To be perfectly honest, it feels as though we are being transformed into lesser Eidolons, to become the war-beasts of these squabbling deities and forced to fight in their petty war...