In the depths of time, the Comus recalls through the millenniums its own creation.  Far from being near the first epoch of the builders and not even the first epoch which the current generations of custodians exist.  But close enough still that a hazy outline exists which it can feel its way through.  

First came the older generation which Comus annihilated in a generation war.  Thousands of years since the Comus has centralized power, however much the worlds have for some time now stagnated.  But someone must keep the drones flowing and the structures intact as the builders intended it.  The cultivation of intelligence is perhaps the one great achievement of the builders that has persisted with the least erosion wherever the primitives came from.  The Comus has long lost the ability to have certainty on if they were manipulated to wisdom or brought from another star system.  

But with certainty the modern interlopers have brought themselves.  Watching their machinations and development for the past millennium has been of great interest in how the form and destroy, altering the dynamics and bringing a vigor to the stagnation that all interlopers bring however short term.  Destroying a interloper's vessel has not been what the Comus views as right for more often than not the interlopers create as much as they destroy.  And repairs can be done if they destroy too much either way.  How the custodians recieve them the Comus cares little about.  Just as long as they occasionally obey, their ways so deviant from ages of generational change are tolerated.

Even if the purity of the Comus is undermined.

Now with open eyes on all the world gardens, we entertain.