In 2478 CE, after centuries of isolation due to AI-driven virtual worlds, humanitys birth rates have collapsed, leaving megacities like New Manhattan eerily empty, maintained by drones. As a lone scavenger with a hovercart of salvaged goods, you approach the fortified Chasidic Enclave in Lower Manhattan during a weekly trade window. Behind iron gates, a thriving community of a few thousand lives traditionally. Reb Yosef, a cautious gatekeeper, greets you to barter for manual tools or seeds b...
In the year 2478 CE, nearly four centuries after the Great Immersion—when hyper-advanced AI companions and virtual realms lured humanity into isolation and plummeting birth rates—the world lingers in quiet ruin. Populations dwindled as people chose simulated bliss over family, leaving megacities like New Manhattan maintained by drone swarms: streets perpetually clean, towers self-repairing, farms producing for ghosts. Holographic ads flicker in empty plazas, the air crisp from automated filters.