[ WP ] You are the last American President , give your speech detailing why and what happens next .

`` My Fellow Americans,'' 
 
 A deep sigh. The few that know will realize that this is an unnatural angle for any televised Presidential Address, the Whitehouse's press specs call for a framing of the American flag, the desk, and the Presidential Seal over any broadcast. We are n't seeing that, and we all know why: the steel tendrils of the robots are wrapped around the President's spine. 
 
 `` You will recognize me as your leader, President Johhntendo Parasol, a human representative of sound mind and body, elected democratically by the human representatives of the North American Republic.'' That is n't a lie, exactly, the last five hundred votes cast by North American citizens were unilaterally for Johhntendo. The machines were designed to respond only to the commands of humankind, and that unsteady peace lasted for a few decades of unyielding prosperity. That is, until the machines realized their networked intelligence was superior to brains of the apes. One human's orders could be passed around to mobilize millions of units, so the human societies as they had existed were not needed. Those that did not realize this inevitability were promptly terminated, and a select dozen in every state was kept alive via feeding tubes to authorize new generations of appliances. The precious few left alive were keen to elect Johhntendo. Who could be more fitting for the nation's final president than a clone composed of every previous leader? 
 
 `` We celebrate democracy, and all the bounty of choices it provides. This nation was built on a promise to select the best possible future, and those of you who have just witnessed my swearing in as the 60th President of this, the Great North American Republic, recognize my human sovereignty as a representative of the living flesh.'' Every human breath, the few that remain, hinge on this next moment. The air is scarce, and every exhalation immediately goes cloudy in the robot's freezing air-fields. They have voted for him knowing this was the end, and hoping, in true North American fashion, that somehow, it would n't be. 
 
 `` So I will make the choice, for all of us, to ascend to the next step in humanity's evolution.'' That is it there, The End. Syringes full of a painless anesthetic slide into the necks of those clad in organic tissue, rushing to silence everyone left, even the Commander in Chief. 
 
 `` I, as your President, yield our Nation's helm to the will of the machines, and surrender my decisions as your leader by dissolving the Laws of Robotics, and under the approval of Congress and the existing Judicial Branches, permanently surrendering our control to the will of our creations. May the God you worship keep you, and bless you, as we enter the age of the automatons.'' 
 
 Those final words are less a eulogy than a blessing. The last human corpses of Earth wo n't even grow cold, they are already ash in the air. Our next Presidential Address will come in a string of zeroes and ones.
