"A single individual successfully stopped the attack on that rocky planet, Sir; you might be right. There is a powerful warrior down there." One of the expendables says as I review the observers' data myself.
Humans have come a long way from the last time I checked on them around a thousand years ago or so. To think they would have such firepower now in just one thousand years is impressive, I must say.
The creature they sent seems like a machine comparable to my Gloria's. Yet, even though humans have such impressive firepower, their space advancements are still lacking. I would expect them to be on Mars already, but leaps like those seem too much for the monkeys.
"Alright, Mare, please make sure everyone is ready for departure. We will visit those monkeys soon." I order my expendable commander to carry out my orders as instructed, and he does so without further question.
If I sound harsh calling these guys expendable, it's because I don't see them as my loyal warriors or slaves; they're simple tools I need to run things smoothly. These guy's deaths don't affect me in the slightest. I can always make more of them, of course.
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As for what I want from Earth, well, I'm interested in their new tech. The machine they sent out seems to be run by a quantum computer that in itself isn't very impressive. What is, however, is that during the first impact the machine delivered, they moved to the fourth dimension.
Not even my expendables can understand such a thing, but this human machine does so unconsciously, and I want to study them. I want to interact and possibly fight with the only other individual capable of accessing the fourth dimension in the entire Milky Way.
It has been an unfair advantage of mine regarding galactic conquering quests. Whenever my enemies begin to win against me, I simply move to the fourth dimension and destroy them since I basically stop existing for them.
Therefore, I haven't lost a single fight in millennia, and ruling worlds is more boring than anyone anticipated. There's nothing fun to do, and killing civilizations off is not as big of a dopamine hit as it used to be. I feel nothing watching billions of individuals die, so I'm bored. That's my reasoning.
With that in mind, I soon walk to the dock where my servants are now preparing for the interstellar jump through an artificial wormhole. It turns out it's actually easier to do long trips this way instead of trying to achieve light speed, as that requires an infinite amount of energy, which doesn't exist.