“Saul Ryan, thanks for joining us in the studio today,” the interviewer said as he gestured toward the open chair opposite him.
“Yeah. You’re welcome,” Saul said.
The interviewer adjusted his tie, then asked the question everyone was waiting to hear the answer to, “How old were you when you first realized you wanted to grow up to be a monster?”
Saul shifted in his seat, eyes casting about the room. Not out of discomfort, more of a reflection of how boring he thought regular people had become. “Well, I think it was somewhere around age twelve. I had joined my father on a business trip to Florida. He was there to sell his new robots to a handful of shoe manufacturers. The first morning we were there, we had breakfast at the hotel and I got this idea. Why stop with shoes? Robots should be able to do almost anything someday.”
“So just like that?” the interviewer asked.
“Yeah. Just like that. I realized that we – the wealthy – don’t need regular people, or at least wouldn’t need them for long. All we have to do is automate everything. Then there’ll be no use for regular people. It’ll be nice.”
Not feeling uncomfortable in anyway, the interviewer asked, “Well, what will you do with all the people that you don’t need?”
Saul took a quick look around the room, and lowered his voice a little. “That’s pretty easy. I mean, it took a great deal of planning, but they’ll die off before they have a chance to do anything about it. See we’re destroying the public education system, the health care system, and raking them over the coals with chaos.”
Saul stopped talking and nodded a few short nods.
“I know you only had a moment for us today, so I’d like to ask you one last question. This one came in on Twitter, looks like some kid, a fourteen year old.”
Saul nodded and said, “Go ahead. I have time for one last question.”
The interviewer, cleared his throat and read the question, “Has it ever occurred to you other people are people too?”
“No,” Saul said and then he got up and walked out.