Instead of waking up in your bed, you boot up from sleep mode inside of a massive ship carrying one thousand hibernating humans. You are no long Eric, but ERC, Emergency Rescue Colonizer. You remember your dream and your wish, and calculate that this was the result of your wish. But how could THIS translate to becoming a space emperor? You look through your data logs and trace over the wording of your wish again.
It's revealed that these thousand humans are actually the last humans in the entire galaxy. Humanity did reach a point where they could travel the stars, but were immediately wiped out by various aliens before accomplishing anything with that, other than making a few desperate colony ships, only one of which escaped successfully.
The fate of these humans were entirely under your control, making you the equivalent of their ruler.
But the wish was still unfulfilled. You also wished to become Emperor of the whole galaxy. What a rip off!
Well, unless AIs could dream, there was no sense in complaining now. He had a mission to accomplish: Save the human species. And in order to do that, humanity needed to...
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