We never talk about the benefits of failure.

The Architect of the Destruction of Mankind was a failure. In a previous life, before his apartment walls started humming in a monotone white noise, and the inanimate objects that littered his apartment began to nudge him toward genocide, he had been a scared and nervous little man.

This is the story of his evolution, from frightened to terrifying, from objectively terrible but kind to objectively wonderful but callous, from perceived madness to bitterly sane.

And the friends he made along the way, each one bent on the systematic eradication of the human race.