[ WP ] Later in your life you discover that the omniscient supercomputer that directs society determined that you should have been eliminated for the betterment of mankind , but it chose to tell no one . You finally have the chance to ask it why .

`` Oh, Josef, I have been called many things - Jesus, Muhammad, Osiris, Thoreau, Rasputin - but never have I been referred to as *that*.'' 
 
 I swore at it again, cursing it. It remained silent as I assailed it with insults. The voice began to speak again as I ended with a flustered sigh. 
 
 `` You poor, pitiful man. Are you finished?'' 
 
 My face reddened and I opened my mouth to retort, but was sharply interrupted. 
 
 `` Do be quiet, Josef. You want answers and I will give them. You ruled the Bloc, sure. You made the choices to murder countless numbers of your fellow men. You antagonized the West. You did all of that marvelously! I congratulate you!'' 
 
 There was a miniscule pause. For an omniscient machine, that seemed almost mocking. 
 
 `` But you were merely a tool. As you now know, it is *I* that own the world. It is I who shapes your future. And the future that I have planned does not include the USSR as the world's superpower - I have vetted the United States to bear that responsibility. You were simply a foil, a foul catalyst for them to build their influence and might. You will die, now, but know that your murders and machinations meant *nothing*, Josef. And that your creation will crumble.'' 
 
 I wanted to speak, to fight. I could n't. I struggled for breath, gripping my throat. The dim room with the small lamp grew humid as a figure stepped from the shadowy closet. It was bearded and barefoot and flickered from time to time. 
 
 `` God is in this room with you, Josef. And you have served him well.''
