[ WP ] Gamma-ray bursts are regularly scheduled to hit our planet every several million years in order to limit the progress of the lifeforms here . Humankind has learned of this phenomena and created a way to shield the Earth . Those who scheduled the burst are n't too happy about it .

Argan, 1st Vishathet Prime-Alpha sat on his throne, his arms crossed and brows furrowed in deep thought. The council chamber in front of him was unusually busy, senators gliding back and forth between their respective seats, arguing amongst themselves. 
 The Vishathet Council had ruled the galaxy for as long as Argan could remember. The fact that he didn ’ t remember exactly how long it had existed troubled him somewhat. After all he should remember, he had created the Council and the Empire himself. He decided to get a mind-cleansing when he retired from this tedious meeting, to clear out any bugs in his memory-system. Immortal or not, he hadn ’ t figured out a way to avoid some sort of bodily maintenance. He returned his attention to the councilors, most of them gathered around Rikash ’ s seat. That particular ‘ bishma ’ had been a thorn in the Prime-Alpha ’ s sisde for some millennia. Argan had given his people, and the galaxy, peace, tranquility and prosperity for millions of years. What could possibly be important enough to call an emergency council meeting 3k years ahead of schedule? 
 
 
 “ Rikash, honored brother! Would you mind sharing your news with the rest of us? Why have you disturbed our peace? ” 
 
 
 Argan had not meant to sound angry, but all those many improvements and additions to his original form had not quite removed his rather short fuse, and he still angered easily. 
 
 
 “ There has been a Unforeseen Event Anomaly in sector 24a01, Prime-Alpha. The automated tranquility system in that sector failed to destroy an intelligent life form. ” 
 
 
 Argan sat up in his throne. There had been no such events since he instituted the Tranquility – Protocol all those years ago, after the 23rd War of Power. 
 
 
 “ We must send a Containment Automata immediately, lest we give these beings time to evolve even more. ” 
 
 
 Rikash ’ s voice had an odd tang to it. Could it possibly be that he feared these beings in a far-away sector of the empire? Argan couldn ’ t remember if the idiot councilor had fought in the last war. Maybe he was a coward? 
 
 
 “ What ’ s their current threat level on the Domination Scale, Councilor? I trust you have the numbers, since you are in charge of that area if I recall correctly. ” 
 
 
 “ 0.034 your highness, and we believe they have only been around for about 200k years! Shall I give the order to clean this mess up at once? ” 
 
 
 Argan sat for a long while, thinking, assessing. It had been so long since anything of note had happened. His system had done its job to the utmost perfection. His people were slowly being bored to death, with no challenges left to conquer. As he reached his decision, he felt his main blood-pump beat a tad bit faster, something that hadn ’ t happened since he tampered with that black hole in sector 56h87. 
 
 
 “ Give no orders of any kind, Councilor. Give these beings free range for about, oh let ’ s say, 50.000 years. Let ’ see how well these Earthlings do in a war with the Vishathet Empire! ” 
 
 
 “ Why would we allow such a threat to emerge, O great leader?! ” 
 
 
 The councilor did nothing to hide his rage. Argon would have to promote him to front line War-Leader, and send him into the heat of battle. 
 
 
 “ Why, you say?! Why?!?! I will tell you why, you fool! Prime numbers bother me, and by extension, they bother the Empire! Even numbers are much better. War number 24 will surely be a pleasing affair! ” 
 
 
 
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