Clone Omphalos rocked forward, raised his massive bulk to his feet. He turned to face the sea of worker drones waiting to hear him speak.
“Today marks the end of an era,” he said. “The end of the common man and his pointless dream.”
The GOOG, digital bewitcher and knower of all, had determined the net-present value of humans had fallen to zero. Now, with the stratum finally expunged, the GOOG foresaw a more efficient, capable world.
“You are the future, the high gear, low cost serf,” he shouted. “And I am Omphalos, your leader, sprung from the rib of Sisyphus.”