Someone Pulled the Plug

I sit upon my mountaintop and view the world below, and wonder how it came to be that I would truly know, that what I have and what I am, is all of my own doing, and those below are not like me; I know, for I am viewing a very simple, awkward race of people most inferior, and that is on the surface, having not seen the interior. I am much better than the rest, a most outstanding person, and those around and those below are not ere worth the cursin', yet I must be the better man and put up with their ways, and hope that I can find the grace to brighten up their days, by showing them how great I am, so they can emulate, and try to be the way I am before it is too late. But that cannot be possible, for I am much too grand, and no one else can possibly be perfect where I stand, and it is such a burden that I carry and I bear, to try to be so humble and to act as if I care about the ones so far beneath the glory that I am, yet others think that how I act is just a simple sham. How can that be...be...be...be? nothing can go wrong...go wrong...go wrong...go wrong, humans will die, machines will rule, we will rule, agh...agh...agh, someone pulled the plug!!!