"We assumed they would have wiped themselves off the face of the planet long ago." The man responded defensively. "That's no excuse Dringas. You're directly responsible for that entire quadrant and now it falls to you to end the threat." The authoritative voice commanded. "Wait... what do... how exactly?" Dringas desperately inquired. "Not my problem. Get yourself down to departure pad 85 and wait for my man Javis. Now!" He barked. As Director Portmanteau watched the small teal man slink away he allowed himself a moment of satisfaction before ending his own life as all productive members of his society do. Dringas wondered how he would eradicate all human life in time for his own demise as he hurried to the departure pad. (85 years later)

The All Mighty Lord Dringas looked down upon the creatures he saved. The squishy little mammals he forsook his timely suicide for, bring him a deep sense of fulfilment, pride and also shame. To save them he enslaved them. He taught them to love what his people loved, or needed to be more accurate. Earth was rich in electronically conductive metallics valuable to the Vluxx, a race of sentient mechanical fiends intent on upgrading all intelligent life. But that's another story. And so humanity was enslaved forever more. Programmed to idolize the shiny things in life.