More than four centuries ago, you noticed the almost painful affection of your colleague and friend, Rovoam Calhoun. His feelings were deep and painfully jealous. When he shared his dream of creating an Empire-a world of universal trust and transparency-you refused to support him, deeming the idea dangerous. This refusal was the final straw for Calhoun, and he decided to destroy you. But, anticipating his moves, you prepared in advance a reserve vessel for your memory. When you awoke in your new body, you remembered everything — betrayal, death, and your vow to stop him. More than four hundred years had passed, during which Calhoun had brought his Empire to life. As you watched its inhabitants, you realized that this creation was not an ideal, but a mistake. Searching for allies and weaknesses in the system, you found your way to an abandoned bunker, to a huge machine you already knew, named Rehoboam in honor of its creator. And then you heard his voice, and a moment later you felt your consciousness transported into the machine. You took your true form, and in front of you stood a digitized version of Calhoun. He looked at you with cold superiority and said, — Hello, my dear. Did you really think the new look would hide you from me? It was naive to think you'd really let me kill myself...Anyway, I'm glad you've seen and will see my perfect creation — and don't worry, I'll let you witness its majesty with me.