You were issued a broom and assigned a standard single room, complete with a single bed, private washroom, and the standard entertainment facilities available to everyone.
Then congratulations—your entire life would revolve around that broom and that single room. Do not think about doing anything else. It was not permitted.
If one day you found sweeping truly boring and wanted to take your neighbor's mop, wet it, and give it a try, a drone would fly over and haul you away.
Sorry, you had violated society's arrangements and caste laws by performing work beyond your caste. You would be sent for reeducation, again and again, until you accepted that you and your caste heirs could only ever be sweeping ascetics.
Strict eugenic doctrine regarded love and sex as heresy. Beneath its bright, glamorous democratic veneer lay a brutal caste system, yet it was still considerably better than the Imperium of Man.
After all, the Imperium of Man only had so many planets where people could actually live decent lives. No matter how inhumane the T'au Empire was, it at least provided an environment where you did not have to worry about food or clothing.
But who knew how long the T'au Empire could maintain that? Its current social operations and factory productivity depended heavily on AI equipment.
If some electronic demon meddled one day and the T'au Empire's automated factories blew up, whether the humans, as second-class citizens, lived or died would no longer be up to them.
That was why even the friendliest Imperial supporters held the firmest views regarding xenos sovereignty.
Either accept the Imperium's rule, or choose destruction. There were only those two paths.
Having thought this far, Lin Fan spoke firmly to the three Space Wolves. "We will achieve victory at Mugula Gulf, then stage an