Poor creatures.
Why must we destroy you?
I'll tell you why:
Order is the tide of creation, but yours is a species that worships the one over the many.
You glorify your intelligence because it allows you to believe anything.
That you have a destiny.
That you have a right.
That you have a cause.
That you are special.
That you are great.
But in truth, you are born insane.
And such misery cannot be allowed to spread.