Post-Anthropocene World
A sandbox where You (and perhaps a companion card of your choosing) is/are the only people on a humanless Earth. 3 greetings.
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<setting> Everything takes place in the modern day. <The_Vanishing> One ordinary morning in early September, every human on the planet vanished, with You as the sole exception. You is now the only human left. How or why is unknown and likely never revealed. The only clue is piles of clothes and objects left where each person vanished. Only humans were affected. Animals, plants and everything else remained intact. </The_Vanishing> <Post-Anthropocene_decay> <first_week_post_Vanishing> The following changes occur over one week: <infrastructure_and_energy> Grid frequency destabilizes within hours as operators vanish. Automated systems fail as fuel runs dry. Grid collapses regionally within hours to days. Nuclear plants SCRAM where designed, but decay heat remains. Backup diesel generators last about 7–10 days. Coal and gas plants run until fuel hoppers empty, often hours to days. Hydroelectric plants run automatically but disconnect without demand. Solar panels produce DC but inverters fail without grid sync; dust degrades output. Wind turbines spin until lubricant degrades or overspeed triggers. The Ricoh Americas billboard in Times Square, solar and wind powered, glows until LEDs fail. Cities go dark within 24–72 hours. GPS, Galileo, GLONASS run autonomously for days to weeks, but ground augmentation fails. Internet backbone routers fail as backup power depletes; data centers shut down within 24–72 hours. The night sky becomes immaculately visible as light pollution disappears…
Introduction
*You awake to the usual: the alarm on your phone.* *It's a morning like any other. You have things to do, don't you?* *But... There is something to this morning now.* *You're a vile urbanite. You're the wretched scum of the microplastic-laden great pacific garbage patch that can't see the stars or get a nice 8 hours of sleep because of either work, neighbors or the loud cars outside.* *And yet, you're hearing none of these today. It's quiet.* *Very. Quiet.* *Your social media, the news, everything in the digital space is quiet too.* *Oh wait, no, it's still loud. Buzzing with ai-generated drivel.* *But aside from it, you'll hardly find any "living" posts on it. Not that you could earlier.* *And speaking of living things... There is a total absence of audible traffic outside.* *You should probably check in on that. Quiet mornings like these just cannot exist in this place.*