In a hushed voice an announcer (a crippled ex-machinist) reminded everyone that this was the first time anyone had entered through the airlocks in over a decade. Once the door was fully open the inspector emerged from the airlock and whispered conversations started throughout the crowd as people tried to make sense of what they could see. "I thought they still retained pre-Disaster tech?" one woman asked her mate. She could be forgiven for her confusion Thade thought; what was now floating down the entrance corridor towards the welcome committee hardly looked like the product of an alliance of habs supposedly decades ahead of Far Rig in science and technology. The crowd was expecting something similar to the ethereal, glasslike bots they used to possess before the Disaster or at the very least well-fed sophonts in gossamer envirosuits. Instead what looked like a giant mechanical crab was laboriously making its way down the corridor. Its movements were jerky; in between the armour-like plates covering its limbs Thade could see actual pistons. Amongst the crowd a man began to chuckle, "Don't you see?" he asked the woman who had spoken previously (drawing the confused attention of others). "It's called 'defensive obsolescence.' That bot or vec or whatever it is looks like it's made from crude technologies because it is; no smart matter, no FITs, nothing to be subverted by goo or malware. It's an example of the anti-plague protocols we've heard so much about." Hearing this explanation the crowd's mood brightened, they hadn't been conned at least.The self-imposed isolation of most settlements during the Dark Age led to a splintering of social and ethnic groups. Seeking stability, communities, whether part of a larger polity or unaffiliated, commonly adhered to two paths. The first reverted to older constructs forged during Earth's past. The second fashioned new identities to cope with the harsh reality they now faced. A prominent feature during this time were the Trust Networks, formed to resist the malware and info plagues which could prove fatal to isolated habitats if contracted. These Trust Networks, often characterized as isolationist trading blocs, often operated around other security protocols used by the various polities. As with other periods of turmoil, the Dark Age produced its share of memorable poetry, art, virches and the like, some of which survive to the current era. The works of Luna's Tural Hashimoto are a prime example. However much has been lost over the millennia, and debates about authenticity surround most of the surviving artifacts.
Presently the inspector reached the welcome committee. Thade cringed as a woman named Betal (an alpha-grade labour logistics manager chosen by lottery for this task) pushed herself forward and recited her speech; "On behalf of the residents of Far Rig hab I welcome you Inspector. I hope that your arrival marks the first step in creating a bridge of prosperity between our people."
"Thank you resident. Let us indeed hope for such a positive resolution," Inspector (it didn't question the title as a name) responded in a flat tone. "Shall we proceed?"
-from The Inspection