[ WP ] Incredibly wealthy , you decided to freeze yourself until a cure for aging is discovered . A century later , you are revived to discover an egalitarian post scarcity society . Unable to deal with this , you scheme to destroy this near-utopia and restore class-based capitalism .

I hated them, with their placid smiles and patience. I hated the sameness of their clothes, their open doors, their utter lack of want. 
 
 
 “ Will you be comfortable here? ” they asked, when they brought me to a glass dome atop a tower. It looked over the shining city, and was furnished in sleek, fine style. An oligarch would live here, holding court in this urban throne. 
 
 
 “ Yes, ” I said, “ If this is part of my estate, then my trust executors invested well. ” 
 
 
 “ Oh, ” they laughed, “ Estate! Invest! How quaint you sound. ” 
 
 
 I felt that I was going mad. 
 
 
 “ Ownership is no longer practiced, brother! All things are freely shared. Brother Zane has been staying here, of late. He has been painting the city from this vantage, and thought that the view might bring you joy. ” 
 
 
 “ What does he do, this Brother Zane? ” 
 
 
 “ Why, he does what we all do. ” they replied, “ Create. Discover. Explore. The hierarchy of needs that plagued the ancients is obsolete. This is the age of transcendence. We are free. ” 
 
 
 What did they know of creation? What fools, these doe-eyed people, resting on their even plane of amity and order. No great creation was ever birthed on equal ground; it is the child of chaos, of pitting man against man in willful strife and competition. How could they explore, without greed? What was there to discover, without ambition? 
 
 
 Once, I commanded wealth and power, as I flogged the backs of lesser men. I would restore my world again. 
 
 
 “ Are you sad, brother? ” they asked. “ You join no assemblies and keep to yourself. Do you like music, or writing, or art? Come, try to share our pleasures! ” 
 
 
 “ You are right, ” I said, “ Art moves me. Perhaps - an installation? I find myself inspired by historic structures. ” 
 
 
 “ Ah, ” they cried, “ How wonderful that you have found direction! Let us show you how to work the bots, and the material manipulators, so that you can sculpt what you need. ” 
 
 
 “ I envisioned a performance element, ” I said, “ Where we would all participate, together. A celebration of brotherhood, and of mankind's great designs. ” 
 
 
 They were overjoyed at the thought of this universal collaboration. 
 
 
 Now, I sit atop my tower, surveying what they do not know I own. A thousand, thousand people labor down below. They have built me the Pyramids. They have built me Versailles. They have built me, sans resistance, the Palm Resort of Dubai. Shall I direct the construction of The Empire State Building, next? 
 
 Here are my blue-collar subjects, ignorant and equal in their happy union. I pay them no wages, and profit alone. What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty - how unbounded in capitalist Godhood he stands!
