It was said in the bible that "Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth."  I do belive that either 'blessed' was a mistranslation or we have been defining what blessed means wrong.  There is nothing blessed about what we inheritted when the horsemen road in, and God turned out to be worse then any dictator we expected, or so we are told.  

There is no one left today that remembers the before times, the only thing we have for reference is the internet but, we have no record of the creators of the data before year one.  

    What remained of Chicago after the great disaster was, decrepit to say the very least.  The once proud skyline reduced to twisted rusted metal and scratchy dangerous ash.  The spires of the twentieth century were now the crushed and twisted filaments of a passing era.  Stone to nothing more then pebbles and dust, glass in shattered slivers finer then any thread, wood, eaten away and rotted til it was no more.  And metal all but, sturdy.  Many of the buildings still were towers but, were filled with water, and had web like quality to it.  The metal so exposed and corroded it had become so delicate that the wind that once made Chicago famous was destroying the Windy City.

    The city was already built on shaky and hallowed ground: the remnants of the Great Fire pushed into the water.  This already doomed the city with curses of unmarked graves, and the tattered dreams of some bulled over and built upon.  Those sections of the city have been reclaimed from the lake they stole it from.  Many artifacts have been lost to its watery depths, all because of the location.  Buildings that once held collections worth millions, now hold nothing more than sand and rotted corpses of achievement.   The once vaulted ceilings of museums have come crashing down on their contents.  Luckily for the inhabitants of the aquarium, they were gone before the ship sank.   Years of neglect of the salt water had led to the deaths of all that were there, cracked tanks, and filters dripping with ammonia eventually lay waste to the wondrous creatures that were once inside.  The Earth had reclaimed that first, as the weight of the water and it mixing with the soil underneath, had washed the building into the lake, the glass shattered and the stone quarried by natures hammer.  It slipped away forever into the deep, grey, cold, lake.

    Lake Michigan sank its watery tentacles into the city, streets were flooded,at least no one was thirsty anymore.  The water had corroded the bases of many of the buildings, and the lack of care of the docks had let the yachts break free and go swimming down the streets, or sink to the silty bottom of the lake.   no one knows what the lake contained now, or if anything in it was alive or native or if it was toxic.  Most of the basements of the buildings had been flooded, the water slowly hacking at the surrounding dirt under the building.  In some cases this caused the building to be swallowed whole by the ground, like a candy bar for the Earth. In many of these locations, the various decorative pieces such as tile and plaster had turned to a silty goop and the internal structure of the walls had started to rot and fester.  This in combination with the metal eroding away ever quickly from the support beams caused many of the buildings start to collapse every day into piles of dust and twisted metal.

    But a few buildings still stood, with what was left of the population had refitted them, and turned them into hybrid works of art.  These structures were wrapped in wires and whatever else they could find to continue the age of computers they had just left.  Highly detailed pinnacles and Victorian inspired details turn certain parts of the city into miss-matched pieces of art.  These structures and its inhabitants are all that is left of this once large inhabited city.  As the city crumbles around them, these towers to Resurrection stand tall and proud for what little they are.  Computers of magic and mayhem rule most of the city now, with the new powers given to humanity in this strange world ease of use was an understatement when it came to these behemoths.  Most of man’s crowning achievements destroyed in some long ago battle, or who knows at this point, history and time are pointless when the only markers of them are death and total destruction.   When this happens its time to start at zero and build all the way up again to the pinnacle of existence.