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The Conflict burned through atmospheres and vivaria. Whether through desperate strip-harvesting or retaliatory nuclear fire, it scorched all remnants of life from the core worlds. Survivors flocked to stations already at full capacity, catapulting the System into a refugee crisis so massive and immediate, it could never be truly resolved.
Anomalous object is what's noted in the ledger. Paranatural event is what the wide-band radio broadcast reports. Whatever it's called, reality as known has fractured. Strange new concepts worm their way through gaps in reason and causality, ripe for exploitation and study.
Primary recollections of the times before are rare, twisted and jumbled by digital warfare during the Conflict. But the system is pockmarked with its scars. Ancient drones still follow the programming of decaying computational logic circuits. Bunkers and offworld shelters, sealed off from the threat of total annihilation for generations, slowly begin to open. Craters and bombed-out shells of space stations are common dwellings; survivors generations-removed from the massacre squat in the bones of their ancestors.
The Conflict is over. Those responsible are dead and gone. But the System will face its consequences forever.