One hundred years ago many nuclear bombs went off and the world burned. My people are among the few who survived, and what remains of civilization is merely a hint of what had been there before. [The words come automatically: it's as if she's explained it before. The clarity in the explanation is further along now thanks to some technological help that she's not entirely aware she has, and questions from other people. (As well as the people who came down from the sky three months before she arrived here.

Or what still feels like it.)]

We had limited space travel. As such I doubt you know of ... my Earth. [This last fragment of a sentence comes out like it's strange in her mouth, like she can't fully conceptualize what it is that she's saying.]