Identification: they became extinct a million years ago, which is fortunate, because they're insufferable
Variants: alive but incommunicado – sleeping, or contemplating, or playing hypertetris
Also Known As: Predecessors, Posthumians, or Great‐Grand‐Ones
Origin: the forbidden or at least deprecated tombworld of Cyclorama
| LOOKS: | offstage, but they've left behind some impressive special effects | B− |
|---|---|---|
| BRAINS: | super‐duper‐intelligent, with one tragic flaw | 500 |
| LETHALITY: | safe unless you're a looter – if their last blog entry mentions some really great new invention, trust me, you don't want it | 0.03 |
| CULTURE: | unintelligibly advanced, and fond of monolithic architecture with inadequate safety rails | 96 |
| HARDNESS: | statistically speaking, encounters with dead races should be far commoner than any other sort | 8½ |
| TOKENISM: | token retirees | 54 |
Hobbies: landscape gardening and applied theology
Weakness: hubris
Motto: Look on my works ye Mighty, and despair
Wardrobe: judging by archaeological studies of their buildings, Pantellurian Fraternity‐compliant, but very dated – even their doorways were flared
Affiliated With: original sponsors of the Union of Field Observers and probably the Fellowship of Responsible Planetary Governments
Not To Be Confused With: those johnny‐come‐lately Romanoids