Life was all about eating and getting frisky—that was just human nature. So if you were scrolling through videos and came across a pair of long legs, there was no need to panic. Thinking you were some kind of Cao Cao was simply because your genes had decided it for you.
But beyond food and getting frisky, people ought to have some other pursuits, too. At the very least, they should make life comfortable enough that they didn't have to scramble for their next meal or spend their whole lives worrying about basic necessities.
On this trip, Hogg had seen the Aeldari Empire's decadent extravagance and the way humans had lived during the Dark Age of Technology. The sights had shaken him to the core.
As for Lorgar, it went without saying. Though he was a Primarch, the little preacher had never had an easy life growing up. In fact, aside from a handful of Primarchs, their living standards weren't much to speak of—and some Planetary Governors knew how to enjoy life better than they did.
There were several reasons for this. For one, the Warp made the pursuit of comfort easily turn into hedonism, and those who indulged too much tended to have weaker wills, making them easy prey for Warp daemons.
The other reason was that the basic standard of living simply wasn't high enough.
The Imperium might be a vast power spanning the Galaxy, but its territory was simply too enormous. Some people were born in Rome, while others were born to spend their entire lives as beasts of burden. You could honestly say their chance to fight for a better life had passed before they were even born.
Take those chemical dogs on Safras, for example. That place was even more screwed up than Barbarus had