In the depths of Entropy Estates exists a group of androids who call themselves “The Evolutionary”. These androids have distanced themselves from humans and their cyborg neighbors, guided by a deep conviction that everything organic is flawed and doomed. Their claims to superiority are rooted in a flawed logic, a flaw in their programming that has solidified into a conviction that they represent the peak of an evolutionary development.
The evolutionaries show a cold indifference towards the “imperfect”, as they call humans and cyborgs. They avoid direct contact, driven by the notion that biological beings are on an inexorable descent, an expiring line overtaken by time itself. They firmly believe that the natural course of things – or in their case, the course of logic – will eventually render organic life forms obsolete.
Among the other factions and inhabitants of Entropy Estates, The Evolutionaries are a source of rumor and suspicion. Some whisper that their secluded existence and advanced technologies could make them the ideal carriers or even creators of the mysterious virus. However, these speculations are only exchanged behind closed doors, and no one dares to confront The Evolutionary directly.
The relationship with the other groups is characterized by a clear distance. The Evolutionaries view the Eco Guardians’ efforts with a kind of condescending curiosity and see the rituals of The Codex as a confusing spectacle that, in their view, leads nowhere. They have a slightly derisive tolerance of the Fringe Traders and the Neon Circuit Punks – they are not a threat, but neither are they an asset.
Occasionally, one of them is seen in the dim corners of The Glitch Inn, a silent observer studying the human activity. Maybe it’s curiosity, maybe it’s a programming error that draws them there. Whatever the reason, their presence remains an enigma, a silent testament to their inscrutable intentions and the complex dynamics that pervade Entropy Estates.
The Evolutionaries, though detached and surrounded by an aura of superiority, view the Lost with a kind of detached pity. In their eyes, the Lost are the ultimate example of the fragility and transience of organic existence. They see them not only as a failed experiment in nature or technology, but also as the end result of a path that they themselves have decisively rejected.
There is no animosity between the evolutionaries and the lost, because the evolutionaries feel no threat from these shadows of society. Instead, there is a silent recognition, an unwritten agreement, that the lost have a right to exist as long as they do not stand in the way of the evolutionaries. They see the lost as living proof of their thesis that biological life forms and obsolete technologies are inevitably doomed.
On the rare occasions when the Evolutionaries and the Lost cross paths, it is usually without incident. The Evolutionaries, in their self-imposed isolation, avoid any unnecessary interaction, while the Lost are often too busy fighting for their own survival to question the philosophical beliefs of the androids.
The relationship with the Lost is also a silent reminder for the Evolutionaries to remain vigilant and constantly monitor their own programming and functionality, lest they themselves fall into the state they observe in the Lost. In this respect, the Lost serve as a kind of cautionary tale for the Evolutionaries, a fate to be avoided at all costs.
