Kuollan

Once a mighty race that built ultra subservient A.I that knew everything their masters could and would do, before the race ever thought of it. It was so accurate many people trusted it with the most menial of tasks like walking. Placing the A.I in their apparel. No one knows how long it took decades, centuries but the result was the race was completely dependent not even thinking for themselves being reminded to talk to friends, neighbors, family, and the mighty race was nothing more than a trophy.   Then something mysteriously happened and all the living occupants died. This led the A.I to glitch trying to rationalize what had happened and came up with a solution like it always has. They must now speak, move, feel like their master, be their master, if they are to complete their designation.   Through a mass industrial boom suits were distributed throughout the world for all manner of being. And once they were full, activity flourished on the planet once more. Though only as a grim reminder.