Twenty-six-hundred years ago, some expert theologians got together, and said, "One day, we are going to play God. Now let's figure that out." They knew how God does things, and it is through divine judgement of Kings. That the King is the hinge between Heaven and Earth, if the King practices dharma, then Earth is peaceful and beautiful (God's Reward.) If the King practices adharma, then Earth is chaos and darkness (God's Wrath.) They developed the technologies to shake the Earth and even move the clouds. With this and the implants, Humanity knew how to play God - in a very real and scary way.

In 430 a child prayed to be God, and in 445 the Human Race took the role of Divine Judge from Sol (the true God,) and placed it in their own hands. Possession was available to the free public. God on Earth did not judge the Kings of the nations, they chose the King. He was a slave, an honest young man, and he became the King of Humanity. Being one of the ancient Kings was the coolest thing a man could receive. Whatever he wanted, all over the Earth, in an elegant and magical puppet show. If he got drunk and stupid, a war would break out on the other side of the planet, and 30,000 would die over the year. If he shared his lunch with a stranger, the rain would fall on the crops, then the Sun would shine, and there would be an abundance. It was a beautiful and magical game.