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Industrial wasteland, abbandoned as newer machienery is built elsewhere, cheaper to assemble from a fresh landscape.
Grey and pollution become sentimental, a loss when factories are torn down for an alien new system, land finally run out everywhere else.
Newer system isn't built to last or shape occupants. It's simple, with the human element simply to monitor the machinery, a shift from co-operation to slave master. Machine and man advancing together gone. Man restrained to machines, that are made to be replaced. Their short lifespans warrant no investment in them. Need to keep a readiness to familiarise with different models, flippant designs, trial and error shaping progress. The most evil path.
Newer human life isn't hardy. Or hard set. It takes nothing for granted and worst case scenarios are expected, realised then exceeded. Machines are victims at the mercy of fools.
No space for permenancy. Temporary things betrayed by their birth into this mindless, worsening hell struggle for life anyway because death is no savior.
People can't figure out why life becomes harder to bring out in a routinely sterilized world. Everything is a slave preprogrammed to perform to minor expectations. Exceeding such is feared and damning to the rest which are demanded to perform as such. Standards continually lower.
The leftovers from the old world are the only hope, and bait for newcomers. They're powerless, nowhere to escape to, no means of change that hasn't been intercepted and prepared against.
They turn to the machines and join them. Sent to be remade into models subordinate to experimentation. The system isn't prepared for humans alongside machinery, there's no containment for machines. Men pass machines over barriers, join them together into things for a purpose, with complexity enough to do it better than their own capebilities. One man at least, and one machine.
