[ WP ] Jack is an apocalypse architect . He travels the galaxy to barren planets , pre-intelligent life , and makes subtle changes to ensure that when life evolves , the planet 's inhabitants ultimately meet an apocalyptic end .

I started with something like your prompt.... honest! 
 
 
 
 “ Well, it got pretty late in the day for us. The whole planet just seemed to give up over a period of about decade. First, things started going a bit awry, and then, all of a sudden; deserts started pounding us, the air soured, whole regions were just singed away. But that's when the big dude stepped in. I tell ya, someone must've been looking out for us. ” 
 
 By now Jon was pretty sure this was going to go smoothly. “ Do you mind? ” gesturing to the clay vase filled amber with liquid which lay on the low table between the two of them. 
 
 The figure sitting opposite Jon was elderly and gaunt, sitting cross legged. The dark room smelled of herbs and animal. “ What happened to your world? ” 
 
 Jon filled his own glass. 
 
 “ Well it was our own doing. I mean, it was all fairly controlled, it could ’ ve been a lot worse. It was pretty gruesome to watch but, politicians capitulated, surgeons operated, financiers financed and whatever crops would grow got picked. In short, our planet was ending and we were going along with it. ” 
 
 “ Which brings me to why I'm here ” 
 
 Jon leaned back and drew out the thick stone tablet from his leather satchel. “ I know you are a pious man and I know the glory of your people. Before you had lived in ignorance like we had, but now you, and you alone bear the responsibility of this knowledge. ” 
 
 Jon placed down the tablet carefully. 
 
 Etched into the tablet were ten discrete blocks of text. Within each, inter-dispersed between the inane ramblings of these peoples religion had been placed the specific process designed for this planet. But still, Jon loved going off-script. 
 
 “ You have done well, and the big man wishes to spare you, just like he did us. Go and save them. ” 
 
 The man opposite had already began his journey into insanity. A lifetime of religion and power now married with the legitimacy of the tablet. He would work his people for his religion, Jon was certain. 
 
 Jon arose, and as he did, his careful mind allowed the old familiar feeling came back. Now his success was certain, all tension and anxiety had ceased. All that was left was the old familiar hate for these clawing insects. 
 
 One last task remained. He left the tent where he had met the elder and walked on through the village. When he was was certain most eyes were on him, the pale stranger willed himself a few hundred meters above the village. On the horizon Jon could just make out the tell-tale glow and smog-smudge of a super city. As he rose further still, Jon drew a wry smile looking down on the villagers below, half in terror, half wonder, the light on the horizon winked out. 
 
 High above the planet a small ship powered up its engines. Several red lights slipped off as the ship could finally begin its final sensor scan of this planet. As it began, the ships language processor idly thought to itself “ They don ’ t stand a chance ”
