[ WP ] At the height of the Roman Empire , Aliens invade with overwhelming force and incredivle technology . One problem : their culture has eliminated lies and deceit amongst their own , and thus no conception of human trickery .

There have always been stories of how man's hubris would bring down the rage of the gods. Always the proud man is destroyed for daring to rise above them. Always his great creation turns to ashes. 
 
 They will never tell these stories again. 
 
 *The gods are fools. * 
 
 Civilization on this earth had never grown so great. The known world covered in the glory of Rome. From Britania to Arabia, men know Caesar. Thus the provocation. The name, the title, it challenged the heavens. 
 
 The heavens opened and the challenge was answered. There is no man living who did not fear that fire. The sky burned and their chariots poured forth. Men, walls, even mountains vanished from their path. Where Curia Julia once was, the indomitable vessel of their fleet rested. None dared stand before them. Not even the Praetorian Guard, loyal bodyguards of Rome's great generals for centuries. 
 
 But it was surely to destroy the most sacred personage of Rome that had brought the gods. And so it was to Domus Augusti that the gods finally came. 
 
 It was there on the Palatine Hill that man first heard the gods speak. But it was not the speech of thunder and lightning and doom and death. It was the speech of the simpleton. Without guile, without beauty, without intent, and without power. They spoke of curiosity only, save perhaps confusion at our distress. Much of the greatest city of man had disappeared to nothingness at their whim and they asked for friendship. No, not friendship. Service, in exchange for peace. For they had the might of weapons and wisdom but we had the wealth, of people, of metals, of earth and water. 
 
 The rage of those present was a beautiful yet terrible thing to behold. The bravery of my people, those who overcame fear to curse in the face of the gods, for they named them demons and monsters, I shall remember forever and be proud. But they were punished and so vanished all present save me. 
 
 They knew me and so they treated with me. And I began to understand them. The gods came from the stars indeed, as even the commonfolk have always known. Ageless is their civilization, advanced beyond all measure of humanity except speech. They have not poetry or legend, they can not bargain or flatter, and their words have but one meaning always. And so they were undone. 
 
 For this was the promise that was made: 
 
 For all the life of their civilization we should serve them. 9 in 10 of all the people of the world should serve them wherever they may go. 9 part in 10 of all resources that we may discover should be theirs to do as they will. Each 1000 years, a short time according to their measure, they should come to collect the offerings. But being primitive as we are, little time is that to aid them. And so, all their technology they should share with us and thus the more effective their servants. And long life should be given to me and thus I should see out the promise. 
 
 And so it came to be that in the undying hands of Imperator Caesar Divi Filius Augustus was all the might and power of the heavens. 
 
 *The gods are fools. We are ready for their return. *
