The story so far:
Every luxury any human could wish for the Harbingers provided. No one wanted. All desires were fulfilled. Some of the religious fanatics even went so far as to say that they’d been taken to heaven. The Harbingers glowed each time a human expressed their appreciation. Sadly, many expressed in words, not in works.
The three months on board the transports were filled with lazy days. Everyone felt as if they were on an extended vacation. And all anticipated the great reward of the larger, more luxurious Arks.
People were for a time genuinely happy. No one had to work anymore. There were no more jobs necessary for survival. Everyone had equality; no one had more than the other. Concepts of rich and poor no longer applied to human thinking. The classes, though still in the hearts of the people, dissolved in application. For the first time, every man and woman could be considered equal with his neighbor. In those three months, many prejudices disappeared.
But something began to trouble the Harbingers, something subtle. It came as a whisper of a doubt and grew in their hearts and minds. They had never met a species like the humans before. They had never rescued a people who had no desire to work towards the rescue of others. For the most part, the humans kept to themselves. They entertained themselves with their limitless possessions. They did not interact with the Harbingers. They did not try to learn from them. Some did in the beginning. But their interest waned until it disappeared all together. The humans stopped caring. Everything they’d ever cared about had been given to them no strings attached.
Then, as they drew near to the Arks, as uncertainty grew among the Harbingers, the humans grew bored. Tiny seeds fed by idle hands planted in the minds of men. Seeds grew, people talked. The Harbingers, who had shown nothing but kindness to humanity, suddenly discovered a new aspect of human nature. Something to be feared.