"So I guess I should start with the most obvious question. Why did you commit these heinous acts?"
"Heinous?"
"You don't believe murdering 25 people in cold blood is heinous?"
"Firstly, it was not in cold blood. Secondly, the people I have killed and the people I will kill in the future completely deserve it. There is no heinousness involved."
"You express no remorse for these killings, most people would call that cold blooded."
"That term is wrongly being used. My killings were hot blooded if anything. A flurry of rage and passion. No calculation or planning was needed."
"I can't say that I'm convinced."
"I could not care any less about convincing you."
"So you mean you don't have a rational explanation for these crimes?"
"What do you mean by rational? Logical? That's just a crutch that your feeble brain needs to provide order to the world."
"Then why did you kill all those people?"
"Hatred."
"Hatred? What sort of hatred? It seems to me that you had no relationship with these people. They were members of all sorts of different races and creeds."
"They were insects, so far beneath me that they should be rendered insignificant. But there is one way in which I was forced to concern myself with them. Going about their lives like mindless drones. Work, eat, sleep. That's all you people do. A waste of a life. I hate your kind. You have no sense of meaning. No sense of worth. You choose to squander the little time you have on entirely insubstantial things. Every day I am bombarded with your apathy. Your failures. You are the multitude who would attempt to drag me down to your world of sewage and dung. Climbing over the bodies of your dead and devouring them for sustenance. You have no soul left. Each of you was granted the opporunity to recognize the immense power of your own humanity. Animals are not granted such a privelege. True, some are considered to be more highly evolved and demonstrate human-like characteristics, but none compare to the preciousness of the human gift. And I am disgusted with you people. I do not suffer the apathy of your every day drudgery. I recognize my own suffering and you as the primary cause of it. I have created meaning for myself. It is not something I have to justify for you, nor do I care if you understand. But I know that I must exterminate each and every one of you weak humans. You leeches. You dung beetles. I will snatch the life from every one of you as punishment for your ignorance."
"But, you are human too."
(A fist slams down on the table smashing it to pieces and eyes glow red with fury)
"Cockroach! Do not attempt to equate me with your pathetic race of man! I am far beyond anything you could comprehend. You who hide behind your religions of science and theology. You attempt to place the world into logical structures. You do not realize that this world is not meant to be observed objectively. It is subjective and I shape it according to my will. I will make this world beautiful by eliminating your ugliness. I will break every single one of you. There is not one of you even worth the force of my full fury, so I will crush under my thumb like an insignificant ant. These walls mean nothing. Just like you they are empty and hollow. I am filled with hate and rage. I have transcended what you call human and am something much more than you could even dream of. I will devour your God if I should ever meet him. I will tear this world in two if it means that I can be rid of all of you. I will bleed you lemmings dry and make you suffer for your failures. Once you are all gone, then maybe I will have peace, but until then I must exterminate you like so much vermin!"
(The interviewer is picked up by the throat and slammed to the floor. His head is smashed in and when the guards attempt to subdue the assailent, they are broken in half like twigs.)
"You cannot hold me. I am both your destruction and your saviour. I am inevitable..."
"Heinous?"
"You don't believe murdering 25 people in cold blood is heinous?"
"Firstly, it was not in cold blood. Secondly, the people I have killed and the people I will kill in the future completely deserve it. There is no heinousness involved."
"You express no remorse for these killings, most people would call that cold blooded."
"That term is wrongly being used. My killings were hot blooded if anything. A flurry of rage and passion. No calculation or planning was needed."
"I can't say that I'm convinced."
"I could not care any less about convincing you."
"So you mean you don't have a rational explanation for these crimes?"
"What do you mean by rational? Logical? That's just a crutch that your feeble brain needs to provide order to the world."
"Then why did you kill all those people?"
"Hatred."
"Hatred? What sort of hatred? It seems to me that you had no relationship with these people. They were members of all sorts of different races and creeds."
"They were insects, so far beneath me that they should be rendered insignificant. But there is one way in which I was forced to concern myself with them. Going about their lives like mindless drones. Work, eat, sleep. That's all you people do. A waste of a life. I hate your kind. You have no sense of meaning. No sense of worth. You choose to squander the little time you have on entirely insubstantial things. Every day I am bombarded with your apathy. Your failures. You are the multitude who would attempt to drag me down to your world of sewage and dung. Climbing over the bodies of your dead and devouring them for sustenance. You have no soul left. Each of you was granted the opporunity to recognize the immense power of your own humanity. Animals are not granted such a privelege. True, some are considered to be more highly evolved and demonstrate human-like characteristics, but none compare to the preciousness of the human gift. And I am disgusted with you people. I do not suffer the apathy of your every day drudgery. I recognize my own suffering and you as the primary cause of it. I have created meaning for myself. It is not something I have to justify for you, nor do I care if you understand. But I know that I must exterminate each and every one of you weak humans. You leeches. You dung beetles. I will snatch the life from every one of you as punishment for your ignorance."
"But, you are human too."
(A fist slams down on the table smashing it to pieces and eyes glow red with fury)
"Cockroach! Do not attempt to equate me with your pathetic race of man! I am far beyond anything you could comprehend. You who hide behind your religions of science and theology. You attempt to place the world into logical structures. You do not realize that this world is not meant to be observed objectively. It is subjective and I shape it according to my will. I will make this world beautiful by eliminating your ugliness. I will break every single one of you. There is not one of you even worth the force of my full fury, so I will crush under my thumb like an insignificant ant. These walls mean nothing. Just like you they are empty and hollow. I am filled with hate and rage. I have transcended what you call human and am something much more than you could even dream of. I will devour your God if I should ever meet him. I will tear this world in two if it means that I can be rid of all of you. I will bleed you lemmings dry and make you suffer for your failures. Once you are all gone, then maybe I will have peace, but until then I must exterminate you like so much vermin!"
(The interviewer is picked up by the throat and slammed to the floor. His head is smashed in and when the guards attempt to subdue the assailent, they are broken in half like twigs.)
"You cannot hold me. I am both your destruction and your saviour. I am inevitable..."
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