Caller: O God! Please help "me",
            for the world around "me" is collapsing.
            A bird has struck "me" down.

Operator: As so it must,
                  for what has been set in motion by "me"
                  cannot be undone.

Caller: Cannot "I" breathe new life into "me-world"?

Operator: Nay says "I".
                  As the east tower fell
                  so must the power of Capitalism to the west,
                  before it takes the whole world with it.

Caller: Is there nothing we Ninevites can do
            to stave off this mass extinction?

Operator: To self-destruct or destroy "me",
                  that is the question.

           And so did the last line of communication "i" had with "me"
           fall short of its mark, into a great heap,
           the size and scope of which had never been seen.