Then he waited, marshaling his thoughts and brooding over his still untested powers. For though he was master of the world, he was not quite sure what to do next. But he would think of something.
Pharyngula
Evolution, development, and random biological ejaculations from a godless liberal
Oh My God, it’s full of starfish!
“And because, in all the Galaxy, they had found nothing more precious than Mind, they encouraged its dawning everywhere. They became farmers in the fields of stars; they sowed, and sometimes they reaped. And sometimes, dispassionately, they had to weed.”
Cue Also Sprach Zarathustra in 3, 2…
Reminds me of the Guild Navigator from Dune.