I'd make a great post-Apocalyptic dictator.
My rise to power would be swift and merciless. Meteoric, the historians will call it, because I'll make them.
I would impose harsh yet necessary order upon the remaining population, and eliminate potential threats at the first sign of dissent. My rule may be described as "terrible" by an unhappy, short-lived few, but that's only because they're not smart enough to understand that it's for their own good.
I owe a lot of my future success to Cosmos: A Space Time Odyssey.
At first I found the show bone-crushingly depressing. Everything beautiful in the universe is only cold, lifeless gas and hot, deadly radiation, and things are vast on a scale to the point that nothing even matters anymore. Numbers cease to mean anything. We are basically pointless.
But then, huzzah. A breakthrough.
We are so tiny. In the grand scheme of things we are basically just a tiny speck. That means it would be so easy to just take over. One apocalyptic event to wipe out most of the competition, and I'm on top.
Who's with me.
More importantly, who's not.
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