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WHY I TIHNK EVERYBODY BUT ME OUGHT TO BE DEAD

If I was the only humanoid on planet earth, I don’t think I would be happy about it but I do think it would fix me.

While I would likely remain confined to my continent, you never know—without the constant pressure of others—perhaps I would flourish. You know, I have always thought I could fly a plane. And without all the bad actors who would usually stop my self-improvement, I really could stroll wherever I wanted and just give it a try. In this way, private property wouldn’t need to exist, for I am not so conceited to claim the whole of Earth for myself and I would have no recourse to claim any specific sliver of it either. All items of man’s creation or cultivation would become either ‘mine’ or ‘I don’t want that’. I wouldn’t even need to take many of my acquisitions with me—I could read a book chapter by chapter, picking it up in each vacant bookstore that I pass. So long as I remain near former-population centres—I would have no trouble finding food. Crisps and canned goods would last forever—even chocolate if its got enough lead in it.
My environment would be both reassuringly rigid and tremendously malleable. My desires would be achievable yet contain enough inherent challenge to make the task satisfying. The people formally asserting purchase over all and the systems they erected to manage the continued manipulation of this planet and its wonders was always getting in the way of my desires in life. In death, however, they provide the perfect foundation for my ideal existence. The spoils of consumerism without the toil—the material benefits of organised societal structure without the drawbacks inherent in the human experience. If I grew bored, perhaps I would establish dominion over one of the animals—one that I could overpower—a beast with low valiance. I’m not looking to overthrow the delicate balance of nature, I just require a mote of loyalty from the very force I worship. Man has always been a dominant animal—it would not be ecologically inappropriate to continue this tradition. On such a small scale—nature won’t even notice the difference.
Let’s face it: the human species is unreliable—you need only look at the people around you; the horse-broken cubicle slaves or the shattered tribalism of the internet. I do not think you would miss these things.