To protect your master plan, direct technology towards absolute surveillance of the population, towards a perfect political science, towards total hegemony. Enhance yourself with electronic augmentation. The problem with humanity? too much freedom and leisure time. Remove both. Ban books, ban mass communication. Rule undisputed, technology in your left hand, power in your right, dropping in occasionally to make alterations or dispense great justice and retribution, in the name of peace.

Shepherd humans up to the local planets, establish colonies, then spread out to the stars. Create a galactic empire ruled with imperious malice, lest humanity revert back to its bad habits. There'll be no love, except the love of you. There'll be no art, no literature, no science.

Total domination.
Unimaginable power.
Unlimited rice pudding.

Who could stand in your way now?
Who would ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dare?
As monarch of the galaxy.
As pilot of history.

As God Emperor, of time.