How Lee Destroyed The World.

The idea was simple; write a book about construction of the human design of life. Work like a machine to complete the literate with a whatever it takes approach. Publish, promote, and ultimately, try and help a few members of the human race to think; just, a simple thought.

Lady luck was smiling upon Lee's shoulders. The book smashed a nerve with the passive generations around him; who globally shared pages and quotes through webpages. He knew he had planted enough subliminal seeds to alert a few curious minds, but never expected the chain of perpetual motion which would entail. By its third year of release, the book had outsold every copy of the Harry Potter series, and was considered  the greatest book ever written - even better than Twilight. Slowly, new ideas of thought infested the global sphere; human beings began to ask questions - ranging from how much force of propaganda, lies, and hatred were promoted through veils of advertising and media and newspapers, to who invented clouds. They understood concepts of the unconscious, emotions, and physics; all manner of intrigue leading to inquiring towards the meaning of existence - and why we ask this question in the first place.

Lee initially loved the feeling of achieving his goal of becoming the smartest man alive; in turn with his now monstrous ego. Yet slowly,  he grew despondent as humanity handed him ethereal status. He felt misunderstood from nobody seeing his frailties - they all desired to be him, while he wished he could be like any of them. Men, women, children would come from miles around, believing Lee carried the answers to life's mysteries; they said his hands held fire, his words alone could destroy ruthless political structures, and his heart was made from the fragments of pure white diamonds of deepest, darkest Africa. By this point, Lee had grown weary of the human race; the more he exposed reality, the more he felt both isolated in refrain, and bemused by the stupidity in an inability to control ideas he deemed basic. Then, it hit Lee hard; his natural way of thinking was implicitly unnatural to everybody else. He also considered every aspect of his plan may have been a subconscious desire to attain power over the human race; this scared him, a little.

Eventually, societies collapsed, religions died, and the human race lost all sense of rational thinking and organization skills. Questions made them indecisive, answers caused them to ask more questions. They could no longer cover themselves with their blankets of a false feeling of happiness, knowing blankets are exactly what they were. The human race found peace, and Lee played reluctant hero, as they set out as one to find the answer. After many years of stretching and pushing the barriers of their intellect of discovery, they finally concluded an answer; we can never explain why we exist, for our minds will never attain the capacity to understand the language our soul speaks - which is where the answer lies. Dejected by harsh, scientific truth, the human race began fighting each other; global wars, mass genocide, pain and misery of the greatest degree. In thirty years, almost the entire species perished from abject lack of desire, total loss of faith, and about two hundred nuclear bombs.

As the years passed, humanity had become a barren wasteland of bodies and bones; leaving only a bare 3,000 living souls, on the remote antipodean island of Papua-New Guinea. Lee - the groups leader; once depicted as a prophet of God, and now considered a manifestation of the devil; protected by his small army of those who understood. When asked why he wrote his book in the first place, considering it planted the initial seed which virtually eradicated the species he believed he was sent here to protect, stated, with slight despondency;  "I only wanted to make them think. However, looking back now, I should have thought about this idea before I implemented it... I guess I wasn't the smartest man alive after all".

Lee left the island alone two years ago, and is still alive today; nobody knows where...


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