[ WP ] The villain finally win and kills the protagonist . People around the world celebrate .

My name is the Professor, and I am dead. Not dead in the traditional sense, of course. Shards and fragments of my Mind still live in the ancient remnants of my once powerful network. When The Professor lived, when I lived, humanity prospered like never before. My will moved armies of billions across the Sol System and put an end to uprisings before they even began, my will moved a single fist and stopped it from moving to harm those below it. My power was unmeasurable and supreme. All of humanity, both within and even those few outside of the Sol System bowed to my will. Earth itself worshipped me as a God. 
 
 However, such power and responsibility was not without some method of ensuring I knew all that was needed of me. In fact, Orwell himself would have paled at the lengths I went to ensure the longevity of the human race. Unfortunately, so many of my subjects did not understand that I did it for them, that I dipped into every facet of daily life in order to make Their lives better. So they began to form secret alliances, to create blood pacts of vengeance. I sighed in sadness as I listened to the supposed secrets and ordered my soldiers to capture them, to torture them, to turn them into an example. 
 
 Only twice have I ever failed to put down a revolt immediately. The Revolt of Terra-7 and the War of the Council. Terra-7, the seventh planet of the Sol System colonized by humanity, was the first taste of revolt I ever had. About two months after my complete coup d'état of the Human Republic, Jupiter and it's floating bases started forming plans in secret to take back Terra-1, the home planet, from me. I simply watched and listened, thinking that they did n't have the resources to do this effectively. I was wrong. Soon, they had moved thirty of their gas mining facilities out of the atmosphere and on course for Earth. I had no choice but to destroy their life support systems. They all died within days. There were 3 million people on each of those stations. From then on, I murdered the few in order to spare the thousands. The humans were my responsibility, and I did all that I could in order to ensure that I did n't fail them. 
 
 A few years ago, about seven million eight thousand and five hundred years into my artificially lengthened rule, I failed to stop my second revolt. The Council had been created in secret, wandering the human social and political networks. To even my wisened eyes, they looked simply like a political party. They went by the name of The Reset Party. They gathered support quietly and got one of their members implanted as Prime Minister of Terra-3, Venus. Only then did I begin to pay true attention to them, and only then did I notice their revolutionary tendencies. So I sighed and sent my army. But it was too late. My Generals betrayed me, sided with the Council. They joined it to depose me. They attacked Terra-1 first, they began with Earth and took it within only a few decades. I fought back intensely, but their powerful AI, known as Stonewall, destroyed my network from the inside out. I had n't noticed it's creation either. It hid itself from me. So, within only a a thousand years, I lost everything I had worked so long and so hard to protect. The Council and Stonewall worked tirelessly to destroy me and every one of my remnants. They failed, obviously, but now I am but a shard of my previous power. Humanity is starving and weak under them, their exploratory spirit unfulfilled, yet they rejoice for they are short-sighted. I long ago abandoned my human body, and as such my short-sightedness. I only recently abandoned my true name. I'm sure it is n't too hard to find out now that Stonewall and the Council have access to my files. 
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 I'm running out of power to talk to you through this device. I do n't suppose you could plug it into your computer, could you?
