The Stream once extended over the world and touched every mind. It recorded and cataloged every moment, the pure, digital knowledge of mankind bundled in its evolutionary algorithms.
Deep down, at the bottom of this sea of data, something stirred. Humans sought it and found something that they didn’t understand, but that they could believe in.
The Chroniclers are the descendants of these Streamers. The Eshaton made the Stream dry up, petrifying the sea of knowledge. The Chroniclers continue its work, buying artifacts from the Scrappers and fueling an entire market as they search for the remainders of the past, and the last Stream servers.
One day, they will reactivate the Stream and lead humanity back to the light. Until then, they must be strong and resist the unruly Clans and Cults. They are not fighters, but with voice amplifying Vocoders, cascades of light, and shock gloves, they are feared as gods in the wasteland. People in the cities consider them strange: their language is riddled with archaic technical expressions and they prefer the companionship of machines over humans, but that shouldn’t fool anyone.
They are watching, collecting data on everyone and everything, and advising and manipulating the world until it dances to their whims.