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In the light of current events, as well as an increasing awareness of our dependency on electronic assistance, it begs the question...

Humankind really is over-reliant on our own technological advancements, aren't we?

My own city of Romdeau fell in part because of the Cogito Virus, which gave rise to the revolt of artificial intelligence. We could not function in our day-to-day lives without entourage and other service autoreivs handling menial operative tasks within the dome. People went mad, lost sheep- it was really quite humbling, how easy crippled we were. How childlike and helpless. Myself included. This world has changed me even in the simplest ways.

Three years ago, prior to my arrival, I'd never really done any cooking for myself, or cleaning for instance, or... so many things. Blackouts would render even the modern day hospital effectively paralyzed, if not for our backup generators.

(This is an awfully ironic conversation to be opening over NV, isn't it?)

All the same, my curiosity is piqued-

Some of you are from ages before the development of computers, androids, networks, lights, motorized vehicles, electronic devices and appliances, digital media, etc, etc...

I'd really like to know- what was it like? How did you live? What was the adaptations necessary, living "hands on", and without tools? Reliant on only face to face communications.

How is it for you now? Improved? Or do you feel as we're all inadept and talentless by comparison, as drone-like as the binary accessories which support us?

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[ The feed begins with s i l e n c e , stillness. Pictured is a room of one of the newcomer apartments, but with no one in sight!

Except for-- Is that a teacup moving into view?, you might wonder. It is, except it isn't, as you'll discover when a big bald head with wiiide saucer-like eyes creeps up beneath it! It's actually a hat that acts as a teacup, but that's probably far from your mind now with the way those empty black eyes seem to be staring into your soul

And then it happens. With a twitch of its white mustache, it finally - and very suddenly! - speaks up, voice booming. ]


SAL~U~TATIONS, DENIZENS OF SIRENS PORT!

[ Throwing his stubby little arms up with exuberance, he floats back and away from the camera a good couple of feet. He is now available for view in all of his meatbun-like glory, suspended in mid-air. ]

I am Duke Rufus Barma, as I pray thee be formerly aware! I intend to seek audience with anyone that doth originate from the world of mine own - who is't familiar with the city of Reveille, the Four Great Dukedoms, and perhaps even Sablier!!

[ His cheeks swell somewhat, and he begins to go a bit red in the face ] 

I have a great many questions that require answering! 'Tis vital that I update my information!  [Bobbing up and down, his feet kick and arms wave about. ] IT IS OBSOLETE!

OBSOLEEEETE!

[ Rufus hurls himself off-camera, and bounces off the ceiling! Then the floor, a table, a wall--! All the while, he's echoing a string of "I hate iiit! Hate hate HATE hate H A T E !! OBSOLETE!!" until he flies forward and HITS the screen, shutting off the feed automatically. ]

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