Woah, woah woah, Ean said. What the hell is going on?
I can answer that, Elroy said.
The commander just frowned: while it was true that she knew English and all of earth’s major languages she didn’t know enough about slang to understand why anyone would want to be ‘screwed.’ She imagined it would be a painful waste of carpentry supplies.
With no one telling him not to, Elroy followed his instincts as a member of the cultural research caste and launched into a lecture.
We belong to an interstellar empire, spanning hundreds of star systems. Elroy said. The empire watches over the intelligent species it discovers and, if they demonstrate the ability to develop past a certain technological threshold, the empire brings these new species in as client races. Earth is on the verge of that threshold.
Huh, Ean said. He pointed at the commander. So why is she human?
The empire’s rule is predicated on the fact that its culture is older, more developed, and superior to that found on other worlds, Elroy explained. She has been raised as one of us, and once she demonstrates the superiority of an imperial upbringing over a terran native one by defeating a representative of earth, the empire will assume control of this planet and re-educate the populace as members of a caste humanity is suited for. He tilted his head. In the parlance of your civilization emulators, we are going for a cultural victory.