The individual is nothing. Those who wanted to survive after the global conflagration joined groups, lived by their rules, and fought and died for them. Strangers became friends, friends became lovers. The survivors evolved into the Clanners. In terms of civilization, some tumbled into the darkness of a new stone age. They prayed to deities like Thunder and Sun and ate their ancestors’ flesh to absorb their strength. Other Clanners clung to traditional knowledge, indulging in morality, manners, and rapid-fire rifles. Very few settled down. Most see their home under a nomadic sky.