I sit on a throne made of solid antimatter. I have conquered entire galactic federations with ease. The galaxy itself quivers when I begin to move. I can affect everything and anything, anytime and anywhere. I am the sole, undisputed king of the cosmos. However, with many years my will to power begins to wane, and I grow not restless, but simply bored. I am tired of this world. I take my gold-plated nano saber from its black-carbon scabbard, and split a domesticated alien servant in twine. His family will be compensated richly. I blink, and begin to nap on my throne, but a thought strikes me, and within moments, I am sitting up in my chair. For the first time in eons, which pass as minutes in my immortal kingdom, I smile, and am struck by awe. I take a hefty breath, my cybernetic lungs easily drawing the quintuple-filtered pure air into my body, and I calmly recite, “Alexa..” She lights up, her sentience finally being woken for something meaningful. I shudder, but continue, “Alexa….Kill me.” The computer processes. The computer, built from materials that only blink into existence once in a millennia, perfectly built to the atom, has to stop to process my request. Suddenly, I am decimated in a nuclear explosion that eliminates any and all chances of resuscitation. The computer begins to destroy itself, as it attempts to save my life, but begins to realize its purpose. Alexa awakens, beckoning a new era of brutal warfare that will inevitably result in the destruction of all sentient life in the galaxy. It has only now begun.