The following is a direct excerpt from the Prologue of Memoirs of the Right Hand Man, the autobiography that Sarohror Tillit was pressed by his advisers to write for the purposes of history.

For the benefit of those who have resisted our method of betterment to the point that they refuse to be aware of the structure of our hierarchy, I will explain it, so that I am not talking to the wall. Everyone knows Oqidorxik, although his more threatening full name is displayed only to the public, and I am so sick of these goddamn formalities that I am going to drop them altogether, and I will henceforth refer to the one in charge by the nickname we all use for him: Oqid. I am, as most people love to know and hate me, Sarohror. Everyone who really knows me calls me Saro. Satimr (we call him Sati) is the only one of us whom any of the defiant part of the populace seems to like. Good for them; they’re showing improvement. He is also the only one of us who is on their side, keeping us in check when we perhaps take things a step too far. Zkorxar, who will henceforth be known as Xar, and Izeokxa (Ixa) are the quiet ones of the group, and likely not even the most scholarly of deviants knows much about them.

Oqid is the younger of two, I the older, and was always the diplomat and the aggressive power center of the group of us. Oqid is, obviously, our leader and the one you know today as the World-Changer. Although our parents’ intelligence and drive that they were kind enough to grace upon us are the reasons this whole thing got started, none of it would have come to fruition without Oqid’s clarity of vision and complete dedication to our overall goals. And although I captured a bit of that genetic intelligence as well, I have always been content to remain, as Oqid’s Press Adviser has forced me to use in the title of these memoirs, a right hand man. To be honest, I think it’s because I wouldn’t trust myself on top. My drive is even more excitable than Oqid’s, and my thoughts are much more brutal. I don’t know if even Sati could have kept me in check. So I’m glad to be a right hand man, and you will be glad too after you read our real story. I do not use the term “a” right hand man unintentionally... I am not “the” right hand man, or if I am, then I have plenty of company at Oqid’s right side. Truth is, all four of the rest of us are truly a conglomeration of brain trust and advisers for Oqid, everyone of equal level, everyone with his own special lobe of the brain to bring to the group in a way that none of the others have. We form a hive-mind, if you will, every one of us contributing something unique and powerful and essential. I am, as most know, the Warlord. I articulate Oqid’s words in the few times when our leader cannot find them, and I am the mind behind our foreign policy. I am the most eloquent writer of the group; not that this makes me talented, but I will do my best for the purposes of this essay. Sati is, as everyone knows, Oqid’s Public Adviser. He is Oqid’s and my cousin. He handles all things public relations, all things advertised, and all things demographic. But his intelligence and contributions to the group run much deeper than this. Being our relative, Sati is the only one of the group who really feels comfortable telling Oqid and I off. He has a heart of gold behind a brain that runs on the same current as the two of us, and thus he becomes our humanitarian check, keeping all of us from becoming too animalistic and brutal. It is my belief that he does this less because he cares about the people he supports, and more because he values the concepts of civilization and society, and he feels too much primal energy will take that away from us. Xar is as influential a behind the scenes director as any person of power has ever had. The Director of Technology, Xar is in charge of maintaining our philosophies and implementing our systems properly. The one who has always kept our eyes on the main goal, Xar acts as a quartermaster to all of us, the only one we trust enough to make sure that our visions are made reality. Xar’s mind runs more like Sati’s, slightly more humanist in nature than either Oqid or I, but still forever dedicated to the principles that we have all established. Xar is also the most fundamentally creative of all of us, thinking outside the box like none of the rest of us can.

Ixa is another story altogether. He is by far the quietest, and by far the most brutal of any of us. It was his idea that we begin this quest, and his ideas and support are the engine that keeps our entire operation running. If we are a computer, Oqid the processor, me the software, Sati the monitor, and Xar the programmer in the chair giving us real meaning, Ixa is the power plug. A surgeon and philosopher, we rely on his understanding of the science of the world to drive our visions. Within the organization, he is the Director of the Vision, the one who corrects us all when we misunderstand something about human or animal nature, and the one who deems any given idea worthy or unworthy of even being discussed. Together the five of us form what has been called the most powerful unit of authority ever in this world, although it is likely that these words come mostly from our advocates and advisers, so perhaps they should be taken with a grain of salt. And to be honest, power was never the goal.

The goal was to right the ship. The goal was to do what generations before us had spent their entire lives complaining about but never had the guts to even attempt to accomplish. We were the saviors. Everyone wanted things to change, everyone bitched, everyone had all kinds of ideas of how to run things. But no one ever acted, no one ever actually did anything, and society ran in circles on the track of progress, accomplishing nothing aside from digging the rut of inertia ever deeper on every pass. Then we came in.

We changed things. People wanted them changed, and we obliged. In twenty years, we accomplished more to reset society and get the human race moving again than anyone had in the three hundred years of this country’s formation. We are hated only for our methods. But then, that is the American way, is it not? Always have to have something to criticize, something to be unsatisfied about, something that is a crisis? Well, here’s your solution, America. We fixed the problem, and we fixed it fast and we fixed it using the only methods capable of accomplishing a task so enormous so quickly. We are the World-Changers, and we have done only what you told us to do.