Is it wrong that I love the idea of Apple robots taking over the world?
Anyway...granted. Only you, like Icarus before you, fly too close to the sun. Your hair catches fire; in order to put it out you fly headfirst into the ocean. Where you are then stung by box jellyfish. The pain becomes so bad that you can't bear it; eventually you ask for people to pee on you. Since the whole of KKW loves you, we all oblige. You're forever haunted by the nightmares...
I wish it were Saturday already.