Eh, you're probably actually the figment of someone else's dream. When they wake up, you'll just go poof. If you now feel existential dread, congratulations! You're probably awake. (But you could still be the dream of a dread god.)
These little ingrates, who would be wallowing in radioactive filth if not for me, are unhappy with the infinite electricity machines I built from raw garbage because of the noise they make.