Clarity. There is seriously nothing like it.

When you don't have it, you might not know it isn't there. You can walk through the world with confidence, never realizing that you're wasting everyone's time. That's me. I'm guilty.

The blessings never steer me wrong. That is always true. But I can be compared to a an artillery piece that is used to kill a butterfly. It is a useless misuse of force.

When the trustee proposed connecting me to the force that turns docile prisoners into deviants, I was skeptical. It worked out in the long run, but it did a number on my mind at first. That trustee was on the ball. Still, calling himself "the Polymath?" Pfft.

The first few deviants got me started on the road to recovery. The last guy, blubbering while his old lady was hooking up with another man? He took me over the top. Out of gratitude, I also took care of his crappy wife, the boyfriend and their brats.

Of course, that seems like a mistake. It got loud and messy, and it lead to you guys picking me up. But the memories make it all worth it. I remember everything now!

I am sorry that my boys took out some of your boys. I mean it. It's still worth it though. See, I remember that this is a prison. No, I'm not talking about your holding cells back there. I'm talking about this world. The moon and the stars. Everything here is a prison. It's a special design, only possible by combining the technology of both the Machine Intelligences and the Proriruct.

We put you here to keep you from mucking up the real universe. You're unkillable vermin, but we can contain you. A few of us had to get locked in with you to keep things running. Sad, but any normal Proriruct is dedicated to the commands of his queens. I used to be normal.

Hey, don't interrupt! We'll get the last part in a second and then you can ask questions. Not that you'll want to.

See, the thing is, some of you monsters started doing things. Showing abilities that should be suppressed in this space. Did you know we had to reset everything? Twice! The last reset finished off the autonomous, high-level Machine Intelligences. Do you know how expensive that is? Entire stellar systems were bankrupted or converted into parts to make this place!

Some of this was anticipated. It's why this prison has three levels. The first level is a fractal flowering of galaxies, designed to make you idiot gods think you're still outside. We knew that probably wouldn't hold everyone, so this second layer is designed to be as close a model as we make of your birth planet and solar system. The real one, not this one. Most of you end up making your way here. As for the final level...

Nevermind. It's been long enough, and I'm pretty much done. Even with the extra power from the human deviant that decided to work as our trustee, it takes a little time to worm into your hideous minds and take command.

I said shut up! You think I'm some monster? A crazy ass human? I AM THE FUCKING WARDEN! That means you do what I say.

There. There. That's right.

I am hereby deputizing you as trustees. We've rounded up most of the deviants that threaten the integrity of this space. A handful remain, in three locations. The last Machine Intelligence troopers will take the ones in the United States. The one that's already contained can sit tight. As for us? We're off to Switzerland, where the last of really dangerous deviants is plotting. He just took out the deviant trustee, so he may be much more powerful now.

Well, I'm much more powerful too. This will be cake. Let's get going, boys.