Buy, consume, throw away. We knew, however, that over-consumption would eventually crumble all our resources and that there would be nothing left but dust to cement this prison where comfort was the most treacherous of jailers. So the disasters multiplied, our living conditions deteriorated, but it's amazing what you get used to when the threads of misery weave together into a new normality. Like trapped in the deadly web of a devious spider, we become entangled until we can no longer escape - until all that's left to do is wait for the fatal bite of extinction. Or not. Humans are tenacious and certainly weren't going to let themselves die like that. So when the end of the world as we knew it became inevitable, a number of projects were set up to try and survive in spite of everything. Space exploration and underground bunkers are examples of attempts that merely delayed the inevitable. The truth is, it was time to die out... And that's exactly what happened to you. You, the participants in the Persephone Project, have been buried deep underground, embalmed in capsules like seeds that spend the winter dormant before growing and flowering when spring returns. You come from all walks of life, from all trades, and together you will have to rebuild a society that will, hopefully, be the best it can be.
