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I've been trying to find a Ray Bradbury short story I read a number of years ago. The details are a little fuzzy in my mind, which is why I want to find it, but the gist is this:

Some explorers come across a civilization with highly advanced technology, but none of its users understand how it works. I believe the idea was the technology was built by machines, which were built by other machines, which were built by their ancestors long dead. This dependency on technology they don't understand makes the explorers think this civilization will be easy to conquer, but they are mistaken.

Any ideas?

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    Are the explorers human and the inhabitants monkeys? – Valorum Nov 26 '14 at 16:25
  • Recall something similar. Humans had mind control mediated by a very small device that fit in the palm of their hand but no longer needed to understand the technology. Don't think is was Bradbury though. Might have been Asimov. – Stan Nov 26 '14 at 16:56
  • Sounds like Martian Chronicles stuff. i love bradbury! – zipquincy Nov 26 '14 at 17:00
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    I've managed to find a copy of Forgetfulness, and it does match my description pretty much perfectly. Strangely it didn't trigger any memories when I reread it, but then it must be forty years ago that I last read the story. – John Rennie Nov 28 '14 at 8:26
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    I see that you haven't accepted an answer to this question. Perhaps you could add some more detail to your description, and in particular, point out in what way it differs from Campbell's "Forgetfulness"? – user14111 Oct 6 '15 at 1:06
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I don't recall a Bradbury story that fits your description, but it reminds me a lot of "Forgetfulness" by John W. Campbell, Jr., originally published under his "Don A. Stuart" pen name in Astounding Stories, June 1937, which is available at the Internet Archive.

Far in the future, explorers from another star visit the planet "Rhth". They find an ancient city with fantastically advanced machinery, but no inhabitants. The native Rhth men, presumably the degenerated descendants of the city builders, live in the countryside, in "twenty-foot, rounded domes":

The city flamed before him. Across ten—or was it twenty—thousand millenniums, the thought of the builders reached to this man of another race. A builder who thought and dreamed of a mighty future, marching on, on forever in the aisles of time. He must have looked from some high, wind-swept balcony of the city to a star-sprinkled sky—and seen the argosies of space: mighty treasure ships that swept back to this remembered home, coming in from the legion worlds of space, from far stars and unknown, clustered suns; Titan ships, burdened with strange cargoes of unguessed things.

And the city peopled itself before him; the skies stirred in a moment's flash. It was the day of Rhth's glory then! Mile-long ships hovered in the blue, settling, slow, slow, home from worlds they'd circled. Familiar sights, familiar sounds, greeting their men again. Flashing darts of silver that twisted through mazes of the upper air, the soft, vast music of the mighty city. The builder lived, and looked out across his dream—

But, perhaps, from his height in the looming towers he could see across the swelling ground to the low, rounded domes of his people, his far descendants seeking the friendly shelter of the shading trees—.

The Rhth men have forgotten their old technology:

"We have forgotten so much of the things the city builders knew, their arts and techniques," Seun explained. "They built things and labored that things might surround and protect them, as they thought. They labored generations that this city might be. They strove and thought and worked, and built fleets that sailed beyond the farthest star the clearest night reveals. They brought here their gains, their hard-won treasures—that they might build and make to protect these things.

"They were impermanent things, at best. How little is left of their five-million-year striving! We have no things today, nor any protecting of things. And we have forgotten the arts they developed to protect and understand these things. And with them, I am sorry, I have forgotten the thoughts that make the lathan understandable."

The Rhth men aren't dependent on the old technology; they have no use for it, get along fine without it. The visitors from space decide to colonize:

It is ordered that the first colony city on Rhth shall be established at the spot represented on the accompanying maps as N'yor, as called in the language of the Rhth people, near the point of landing of the first expedition. The near-by settlement of the Rhth people is not to be molested in any way, unless military action is forced upon the colonists.

It is ordered that if this condition shall arise, if the Rhth people object to the proposed settlement at the spot designated as N'yor, arbitration be attempted. Should this measure prove unsuccessful, military penalties shall be exacted, but only to the extent found necessary for effective action. The colonists shall aid in the moving of the settlement of the Rhth people, if the Rhth people do not desire to be near the city of the colonists.

The Rhth people are not as defenseless as they seem. The space visitors are banished from Rhth, but as a consolation, the Rhth people graciously show them where there are some other planets which they can colonize. One of the defeated would-be conquerors explains to his comrade:

"Once"—Ron Thule's voice was tense—"the city builders made atomic generators to release the energy bound in that violent twist of space called an atom. He made the sorgan to distribute its power to his clumsy shells of metal and crystal—the caves that protected him from the wild things of space.

"Seun has forgotten the atom; he thinks in terms of space. The powers of space are at his direct command. He created the crystal that brought us here from the energy of space, because it made easy a task his mind alone could have done. It was no more needful than is an adding machine. His people have no ships; they are anywhere in space they will without such things. Seun is not a decadent son of the city builders. His people never forgot the dream that built the city. But it was a dream of childhood, and his people were children then. Like a child with his broomstick horse, the mind alone was not enough for thought; the city builders, just as ourselves, needed something of a solid metal and crystal, to make their dreams tangible."

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Another possibility is E. M. Forster's The Machine Stops.

Everyone (almost) lives in underground chamber that see to all their needs and allow communication with other people. I'm not a huge fan of Bradbury, but I think there are some stylistic similarities.

With its 1909 original publication, it is long out of copyright, and can be found in free e-book form in several places.

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How about The dancers at the end of time by Moorcock?

The explorers may have been time travellers?

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