[ WP ] You 've spent all your life trying to prevent the prophecy from coming true . You 've always know when you 'd destroy Earth , but when the day finally came , you were glad to do it .

I begged her to stop. I told her I would do anything. Her crystal blue eyes stabbed my eight year old soul. “ There is nothing you can do son. You will be the end of all things. ” She pulled the trigger. When I opened my eyes there was only silence. Her body laying awkwardly on the floor. A crimson rain fell from the ceiling. That was so long ago now it seems. So long ago. 
 
 The voices started that night. They whispered in my ear “ I will do great things. I will do terrible things. I will destroy all things. ” I told my father of the nightmares, of the voices. He sent me to a therapist. She told me I had to express the grief of what I had witnessed to get through. To make my voices go away. They did not or, maybe, I did not. 
 
 The voices urged me down a path. I tried resisting, I tried ignoring. No matter how much opposed to them, how much I fought them, how much I ignored them. It always ended with me exactly where they said I would be. They guided me, told me history, politics, economics, they were always there. They whispered the answers to tests, to interviews, to debates. 
 
 And now here I sit talking to the whole of the world from the oval office, a room built to embody strength and power. Pretty cool right? The youngest president in the history of the United States. The last president of the United States. I did n't really want this. I have seen some of the best of humanity, and some of the worst. The voices made me an offer I could n't refuse. All I had to do was turn a key and press a button. And so I did, twenty-seven minutes ago. The only way to end the voices is to end all things.
