Wants upon a tom there was a mad scientist named Frank N. Stein, and he said "I will re-make the world according to a blueprint of my own devising, and then I shall be great as God. Bwah hah hah haaaa."
"They will call me 'The Modern Prometheus,'" he said. Frank N. Stein wasn't worried. His liver was already shot.
He decided to start by re-making a medium-sized country ruled by a brutal dictator who murdered his own people, and just coincidentally had enormous deposits of mineral wealth buried in its ground. He decreed that said country should be re-made in our own image.
"Don't do it, Frank N. Stein," said practically everyone who unlike the mad Dr. Stein had all his or her brain cells intact. But Frank N. Stein was endorsed by his train of sycophants, flatterers, garden-variety ass kissers, yes men, yes women, party hacks, lackeys, lubbers, twits, knaves, and war profiteers.
Soon Frank N. Stein realized he had created a monster. And in short order, the monster turned and began pursuing him.
And it will chase Frank N. Stein to the ends of the earth.
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