[ WP ] Every world leader come together and agree to establish true communism .

It spread out like a cloud, or better yet, a stormfront. Rolling grey thunder flood and hail, inevitable. 
 
 Ahead of the front, panic. There were looters, there were lovers, there were those who determined to carry on one last day at the office, others who finally felt free to bomb the damn office because what the hell, here comes the storm. The banker joined the bum bringing a bottle of whiskey to share, surprised maybe that they shared the same tolerance, half-a-liter in and eyes still open. Those little moments that reminded people that if we had seen past our differences naturally, culturally, sociologically -- 
 
 And it whooshed over you at a ninety-nine miles an hour. Thick and grey. Dug into your skin. Made you itch like a madman. Your first instinct was to rub your skin off GET IT OUT and then it sank into your muscles and your nerves and and tore every sense of control from the brain up top. Breath gets ragged, it's an animal instinct to fight, only the drunks and the druggies failed to resist. Further on into the spine and the cranial nerves and that brain would cry if it could but there was nothing left to cry with. Eyes frozen forward, tears locked in place. Scratches on the skin beginning to heal with unnatural speed. 
 
 Finally, finally. It sank into the brain. Death never felt so good. 
 
 New structures now, and working over old ones. Crystallization of metal latices. Nanomachines settling into a more permanent order, their initial work of setting up done. Under the skull, the fragile limbs of a radio sensitive tree found its root 
 
 THIS IS THE WORLD AI. DO NOT FEAR. 
 
 *I have nothing to fear. * 
 
 THIS IS A NEW AGE OF HUMANITY. AT LONG LAST, THE THREAT OF OUR SELF-DESTRUCTION HAS PASSED. WE ARE NOW IMMUNE TO GREED AND WANT AND HATRED. OUR SOULS STILL SEPARATE WILL ACT AS ONE. FROM EACH ACCORDING TO THEIR ABILITY, TO EACH ACCORDING TO THEIR NEED. 
 
 Eyes and hands and feet came back under control. Looking around to survey the damage done by the final panic of the old order, knowing that what you heard and what you saw and smelled and felt and tasted was being added to something greater. 
 
 And you did n't have to, it was n't a command, you were free to say no, but you grab a broom and start sweeping up the broken glass from a ruined storefront. 
 
 Some of your comrades down the street are seeing to similar needs. Already you catch the smell of food in the air; other comrades are getting a kitchen running, and you know that by the time you are hungry they will have soup and coffee and bread and water at an open table that welcomes all, great and small, weak and strong. Rich and poor had no meaning anymore. 
 
 We would act as many, acting as one.
