Cassius looked ahead and saw them: the natives. They were utter savages, lacking in discipline and stuck with primitive technologies. They knew not the glory of modern amenities or of order.
Cassius wept. He could not bear to see humans living in such ghastly, unthinkable conditions. He made it how goal, nay, his life’s work to make sure they received all that he had to offer.
But the natives, they were ungrateful. They attacked and rebelled against Cassius’ authority and benevolence. With great sorrow, he was forced to react. He, with such pain and anguish, taught them the fury of his patience. And then, when faced with his ferocious compassion, they accepted him and his benevolence.
Under his rule and order, they learned the evils of freedom and the virtues of order and compliance with Cassius. With these virtues, they were gifted a job, a purpose to live. They were to serve the Empire, as all do, and to make Cassius happy.
And work they did. They loved every moment of their new lives. They no longer had to worry about the next meal, whether another wild animal was around the corner, when a storm would decimate them, or when bandits would attack them. No longer, all under Cassius.