Only I and my beauty matter. The world’s garbage and needs to conform to my standards of perfection.  My only desire is to prove my superiority and my obsession with math will drive me to make all of the calculations necessary until the equation is finally completed.  My masterpiece is perfect, it’s simply the trash pile I spent countless hours building.  I am above everyone, I do not need to concern myself with anyone but me.

“People worthless to me are “yoctograms”.”