It was supposed to be the end of everything.

The Producers, Creators, those majestic beings who

brought light and life to a dreary world had grown tired of their burdens, and in their pride and
arrogance removed themselves from the world that spawned them, heading off into the stars to
find a greater destiny. They no longer wished to to share their dreams, their hopes and their
knowledge...solipsistic assholes to a man, they abandoned us to our fate, content in the
knowledge that we would suffer for the temerity to ask that we be treated as Humans.
But we did not suffer. We flourished. The Old Order, based on notions of