2799: Well, everyone's still at war with us, but at least the two with flimsy imitation-rock scales or carapaces are talking to me. I give a few technological gifts to each of them as a taste of what they'll gain under my new republic, and they both agree to peace. So I give them more gifts as rewards. A little cheesy? Maybe, but it makes them happy.
There's no point in their pretending to fight us anyway. Our fleet, scattered around the empire, and no longer needed, thanks to our immense numbers of missile bases, could still wipe out their assault ships by itself, though it presently consists only of our long-outdated dreadnoughts, a cluster of colony ships in destroyer hulls that were waiting around in case other races bombed each other's worlds and opened up something for me to claim, and the Particle 8s I threw together for kicks and to help eliminate Oracle 20.
After all that, the election next year will end in an inevitability.
2800: It's official.
With nearly 90% of the vote in Silicoid hands, I win a 2800 conquest victory.
I guess to technicaly be greeting a new millenium, we should have waited until the election of 3000. It would only be another 200 years. Have I not said that I am the mountain stone?
I can wait.
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