Draiss settles back into his work, including the study of the data from the ancient, lost archives. It's certainly an archaic language, but, with a bit of work, he's able to create a console similar to the one on the floating city, and access the material in a more easily readable format. In fact, with enough hard-light projectors, carefully placed, he could duplicate the dragon VI, though without her, he can still access the information.<br/><br/>The short summary of their history is fairly sad and tragic. As the people, known once as the Vas'iir, a human sub-breed, had reached a state of near-perfection, with all of their common needs met, the people grew quiet and complacent. No outside force led to their destruction, merely a distaste for the outside world, coupled with human lifespans and a lack of interest in procreation led to a dwindling population, over only five centuries, before their population crashed to the point they couldn't recover with outside sources. The last entries come from a single man, depressed, who spent all of his days working on the VI's scripts, adding emotions to her, in order to have someone to speak to. He succeeded, partially, though not enough before his death to make a difference; his last entry states that he's now too old to make the trip down the stairs, every day, and that he's probably not going to live to see another week; his tone is, if not explicitly, indicative of suicidal tendencies.