So these are the fruits of their beloved democracy? Brainless clods chosen for their popularity and what they can promise the masses? They thrive on adulation and the lure of power. Even their president is no more than modeling clay to be shaped and molded in my capable hands. They will provide the electrical current necessary for the time projector to function properly. If the first tests are successful, after reconfiguring the machine, power will be available for my subsequent attempt to contact Imperator.
The very thought leaves me sick to my stomach. I will endure what I must to save Fluvium.
Fortunately, the rock-brained oafs were smart enough to leave the navigator intact. My one fear was that they might stupidly try and pry it open to see what was inside.
A deep sense of satisfaction fills me. I am far ahead of schedule.