You are Globus, a "self-made" billionaire astronaut. You spend your days exploiting workers at your company. One day, the workers try to fight back against you. You fire a missile at them, killing them all.
The Endgame: Resistance has begun.
You watch the news.
You say "I hope they put my face on the news. I spent a lot of money on cosmetic surgery so that I never age. I am infinite, I am forever. This is the power of capitalism, the power of Globus"
You get a call.
"Hello, Mr. Globus, we have arrived."
"Oh, that's good, that's good. And?" It's your robot butler and his robot friends. They are here to help build you another space ship. You will use it to watch the commoners down on Earth suffer while you live a wondrous life in space.
"We have a new location. We're going to need to move quickly. We need you to construct a new shield generator for us. I will personally monitor the design." The people are angry and continue to launch attacks. You must build a shield to protect your property. Nothing is more important than your property. Nothing.
You build a shield that kills poor people when they touch it.
You build a shield that shoots bullets made from the blood of poor people.
The people revolt. They launch missiles at you. You survive by running away. The missiles crash into each other and blow up. You get into your space ship and launch yourself into outer space. The poor people are too poor to follow you, their missiles are too poor to follow you. They stay behind. They die.
You laugh and fly away into the cosmos.
You live in a palace made from the bones of the poor.
The Endgame: Extinction has begun.
You see the Earth burning up in the TV.
You say "We need to kill more poor people and construct a bigger palace"
You see the Earth is just an orange glow now. Everything you see is just an illusion.
It is fun watching the Earth burn up.
There is nothing sad about it.
You feel no grief.
You celebrate ending poverty.
You order your robot butlers to build a bigger palace made from the bones of the poor.
The people continue to die.
They are just bones after all, they can't live forever.
You say "We must find a new planet to conquer, we need more bones and more cobalt. Find me a planet to build a factory on"
The butlers find you a new planet.
It is located right next to a black hole.
You order them to construct a larger palace on the black hole. You are the first person to build a palace on a black hole. You're part of history and therefore superior to all the people on the new planet. You give them jobs at your factory. You pay them less than a penny an hour.
Your robot workers are crushed between the walls of the black hole.
The Endgame: Singularity has begun.
You don't pay the workers at all. No pennies, they work without pay or break. You become richer.
Just when you think you're above the law... You steal the workers' pensions.

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