Organic Emperor

In the immemorial past, an inorganic emperor once sought to crown itself the perfect sage with a scepter. What an absurd joke! Everyone knows that wisdom is the crystallization of organic life. Even the Monarch of Myriad Machines, who peers into the very fabric of the universe, is nothing more than a human creation. And those computing units the Intelligentsia Guild treasures so dearly? Not a single one is more complex than the brain of a common rodent.

Just think about it, if every rodent on this planet were under my command, linked to my brainwaves, could not my world-shaking intellect stand toe-to-toe with Rubert II, who has drained an entire empire's worth of processing power? Toe-to-toe? Heh. I'd wager my intellect has long since surpassed that fool so blindly devoted to the way of metal.

I am the King of All Rats, the Supreme Intellect, I— I— I am the Organic Emperor!