Some people joked that the Imperium of Man was a medieval society striding through the depths of space. But that wasn't true—medieval society was far too advanced. Many parts of the Imperium hadn't even reached that level.
With a forest that big, you'd find every kind of bird. And a sprawling realm like the Imperium, stretching across the Galaxy, had more worlds under its rule than anyone could count. They truly went on as far as the eye could see!
Some worlds were so primitive that people watched wild animals bare their teeth. Others were barbaric places where battle-hardened feudal warriors kept three wives and four concubines. And some were cyberpunk, full of cyborg tough guys dreaming of doing something big every day.
In short, in the Imperium of Man, you'd witness unparalleled diversity among worlds—and the diversity of humanity's history across forty thousand years.
The causes of this state of affairs were complicated. Setting aside the Warp, which was simply part of the Imperium's circumstances, it came down to two things: communications and transportation.
Watching the five Ricks at his stall wolf down watermelons, Narisun smiled. His gaze lingered for several seconds on the huge black-skinned Rick. I knew the little things had money. I'm counting on them to make my sales today.
"Brother, there's something you don't know!"
"What I was talking about just now was the state of the Imperium near the end of the Great Crusade. But ever since Lord of Blacklight saw how difficult life was for the people and realized that the Imperium's decrees couldn't reach beyond each sector, that situation has changed."
"Oh? Tell me more! To be honest, I just came off the production line, so I don't know much about the Imperium's current state. Give me the rundown."
Saying this, the