It might've been war. That's what th' stories mention. How there used to be "three great tribes of old" that "gave birth to divinity," an' then a rift cut through 'em "like a blade."
[Gat shrugs.]
There ain't no tellin' for sure, 'least with th' way th' world is now. Much of it still ain't safe to live in. Some kinda airborne toxin, or pollution—lotta places're thick with it.
As an aside, I messed up: PSZ takes place 200 years after the Great Blank, not 100!
[Gat shrugs.]
There ain't no tellin' for sure, 'least with th' way th' world is now. Much of it still ain't safe to live in. Some kinda airborne toxin, or pollution—lotta places're thick with it.