[ WP ] The year is 151441 . Humanity is on it ’ s last string of life . Food is scarce . The last bottle of maple syrup has expired . Hope is dying fast .

`` You realize what this means, do n't you?'' A shadowy figure spoke from its perch ten feet above Commander Uzyk. `` Humanity at large is losing hope. The outer walls of the Sanctum fell last month, and even the citadel can not hope to survive long. And with this news -'' 
 
 `` I acknowledge that the situation is dire,'' she replied, `` but -'' 
 
 `` No. There is no other alternative. When the existence of life itself is threatened, those with the means to act must do so.'' 
 
 `` Who said that? Hitler?'' 
 
 `` Who?'' 
 
 `` Sorry. I used to read the ancient histories.'' She shuddered as an explosion far away rocked the ground underneath her. Crates of food and weapons crashed to the ground, and the failing fluorescent lights flickered a few times more. `` Listen, the Council will never stand for your solution. And neither will I. We will fight to the death, but we wo n't sacrifice our principles.'' 
 
 The shapeless form laughed harshly. `` You think your moral stand will be remembered for all of time. But who will do the remembering?'' It leaped from outcropping in the wall and stood next to her, still no more solid. `` I will do this with or without your approval. Do not get in my way.'' 
 
 It strode to a small door in the wall, and began pressing buttons on an keypad. As it did so, Uzyk scrabbled around on the floor, at last grasping a discarded bottle of some substance. She turned it over and read the date: 10/02/151441. `` It reads today,'' she spat. `` This is the last one. Our final hope. It's dead and gone. As are we all.'' 
 
 The darkness turned towards her for a moment, and it seemed to almost pity her, before pressing a final button. The door swung open, revealing -- 
 
 A storeroom packed with thousands of containers labeled `` Corn Syrup.'' 
 
 Uzyk gasped and fell to her knees. Shaking, she drew a gun from her belt and aimed it unsteadily at the blackness. `` You have doomed us all,'' she murmured. 
 
 `` It is time to embrace the new way, Commander. No longer can Maple Syrup sustain us. Today we move forward together, into the light. I am humanity's savior. You are nothing.'' 
 
 Uzyk fired, the shot missing and hitting a corn syrup bottle. It burst open in a glorious explosion. Howling, she placed the handgun against her forehead and, with wavering hands, pulled the trigger. 
 
 `` So.'' It said with a graceful finality. `` It is over.''
