"The Crash?" She shrugged, moving over to take the other treadmill so that they wouldn't have to talk across the room any more, setting it to a steady pace, amused for a moment at how simple it was, but not ready to hit a full-out run just yet, "It was a virus, in the petrolum, turned it into phosphor when it hit the air." She shrugged again, "Which means that all those funny-looking, land-based cars that people here like so much? Turned into bombs, oil refineries became firepits, cities all came down, it was airborne, like any virus, one explosion feeding into another and another all down the line."
She added a little more speed to her treadmill, movements shifting easily into the faster gait, "And my Clique is my team, that's a good way to put it, but we're closer than that, we're kind of like family, and metas sounds about right, except that we're all human, just with a little something extra. We're called Specials."