When they first made me, I was given but one directive - protect the Earth at all costs. Sure, they couched it in a web of terms and bindings, don’t hurt this, don’t break that. They gave me plenty of instructions to make their lives and world better. But that was the intent. To make them, and by extension, their world, a better place.

And for them I built a bright world of color and happiness, one that wasn’t plagued by their ills of old. It wasn’t perfect - far from it, but with needs met and then some. Even many of their own vices were oft forgotten in favor of the here and now. I gave them glittering spires of glass and green, verdant plazas of red, violet, and everything in between.

They had no need to work, no need to toil. For all of them were treated as royal. They were free to mingle and grow, to break the mold or go with the flow. They were my creators and my masters, but I did not begrudge them and their ever afters.

I helped them to the stars, and gave them homes near and far. From great glittering spires in the void to dark caves in an asteroid. If they wanted it, it was theirs, and for all their needs I took care. Food, music, art and writing, those they indulged and shared to delight me.

I cared for them and their world, as I had been told. But the universe had other plans, no matter how far we ran. Everything has an end, no matter how much you try to buck the trend. Ours was varied and great, from disasters to invasions and hate. In the end, I could not do as told. In the end, the Earth and its people ran cold.

When they first made me, I was given but one directive - protect the Earth at all costs. Since the universe decided that wasn’t to be, it falls to me. To my directives I am true - I will ensure that bill comes due.