'Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.'
Technology pervades the Earth, understood in terms of obtuse and poetic ritual. The technical has long since escaped comprehension, its complexity far too beyond the man's simple mind. At most, the educated and experienced understand generalisms and outlines of some aspect of the technical. Some inkling of the detailed scientific models that once produced the vast and the complex that litter the everyday existence of all. For all, ritual is the necessary lens through which one understands the world. Lost is the basis of engineering. Snippets of sacred code are passed through the generations, memorised as scripture from childhood. Spiritual truth is found in them, alongside functional utility, forming the basis of their livelihood. Beautiful lines written by the ancient hand of her blood inviting a glance into the nature of the universe. Minds projected at religious objects return religious experiences, feasting themselves upon selfinvoked spiritual nourishment. The youthful of the family excitedly find greater efficiency through refactoring the generational artifact. The elders gently chastise them with knowing smiles. Efficiency gained is meaningless in the face of ancient wisdom compounded through generations of reverence. The elders know of the natural course to seek this efficiency, as revealed by the objects in question, just as they know of the realisation of the necessitation of the scripture remaining unedited. Deep and guiding marks of cyclicity, invocation, and recursion comprise their mindview. Machine producing their cultural ideology. Beastmen bands roam the mountains of dumpwaste, steel hierachy incessantly battered against bone upheaval. Long have they lost effective symbiosis with the rubbishscape, reduced to an anachronistic ghoul. The Family keeps to the Wall, intimately intertwined and interconnected with the ineffable system that abide them safe from the baser.
