In the near future, the capable are born to be kings, and the weak are born to be the people.
The people respect their king, and the king protects his people.
If it were just like this, why would the world be so gloomy?
The powerful treat the people like ants.
The ants are still living an ignoble existence. The poor are worse off than dead. Willing to die.
Those were the darkest times.
That was a time when hope had not yet been conceived.
That was also the time when the real king was born.