I understand you go by many titles, so I shall use simply “Nauplius.”
Nauplius, it recently came to my attention that I, too, may have been batting for Team Slavery all along. It came as a shock, and I am not sure it is the opinion of a majority of Matari, or even many, or more than a half dozen self-appointed saviors. However, if there is even a minuscule possibility we might be on the same team, I should offer some free unsolicited advice.
I recently hired a boutique brand management agency. Having done so, I see the problem you confront more clearly. Your brand is tired. It is hard to shock people continuously for several years. Being reduced to making bad porn using sex-trafficking victims is also a little pitiful. Or a lot pitiful.
However, I have a solution.
What you need is some “Chains of Representative Democracy” sizzle.
I’ll set the scene: a warehouse district where your colonial subjects are forced to live in sacred squalor. What we in the Federation would call sub-grade omega. Yes, nothing has changed yet. But then! But then, you instruct the residents on how to hold an election.
Imagine the horror on their faces!
I would advise starting small. A planning commission. Tell the residents to choose five people from their own population to invest with the authority of determining which corners of which intersections should be available for falafel takeout.
Once you’ve gotten the hang of enslavement through representation, the heavens are the limit.
Just think of it: the current empress is an illegitimate proxy of a failed aristocracy that has lost God’s favor. Nothing short of the most insidious tool of oppression will suffice to purge the taint and identify the True Emperor. Yes, the old houses must be overthrown, their heirs beheaded in a public spectacle on the flattened palace of the deposed sovereign, and a fair, free election must be held to anoint God’s New President to a term of four years.
I know what you are thinking: one election every four years is not nearly oppressive enough.
You are correct! Every star system in Amarr will have its own election every two years to select people who will represent them in a legislative body. Let’s call it The Choir. I tingle with revulsion at the very possibility. From there, just keep getting smaller and smaller, until you have returned to that little warehouse district - which now has its own school board, commerce department, public library, and town council.
Never again will you have to lift a finger to shackle a recalcitrant minion. They will wallow in the bondage of representative democracy all by themselves.