[ WP ] Turns out that the purpose of life is war . Humans are self-multiplying shock troops , left to our own until our numbers get high enough to be useful in the ongoing galactic war . Today our previously thought to be useless DNA has been flipped to ON .

`` Activate the kill switch, it is time to reap the sown.'' 
 
 The underling nodded, a barely perceptible bob of his elongated head. Today was the day we unleash our perfect creation, our engine of eternal war upon the universe. We will be the apex predator of this great cosmic battleground. Because we discovered it first. We realised to true purpose of all life. 
 
 Nothing. 
 
 There was no true purpose, no great meaning beyond our reach. We had to make it, we had made it in blood, fashioned it in flames that engulfed the universe. It was said that our ancestors reached the edge of the universe and stared into the nothing. It drove them mad with hatred. We are the conquerors of the cold void. We bring meaning and bloodshed to those infant planets. Seeding them with our bloodlust. 
 
 Earth was our ultimate weapon, a seething hive of hatred waiting to be unleashed. It had sat in its cocoon the longest, matured the most of our six thousand experiments. It would be the last race to fall to war in the universe, and it would be the strongest. 
 
 `` Sir?'' one of my underlings asked. I responded with a glare, it was enough for his feeble mind to understand. `` It's the kill switch, sir.'' 
 
 This piqued my interest. `` What about it?'' I said, *What about my perfect creation? * 
 
 `` It's been on all this time.''
