Being in charge of an omniscient, omnipotent, planetary AI empire.

I am in absolute control of everything and everyone.

If I want to be dominated, I can program a bot or have the psychological algorithm train a human subject to serve that role for the duration and scenario I require. In which case, I am unavoidably topping from the bottom.

The system runs itself, so I don't need to supervise, I just task it with my desires and it carries them out with no trouble or friction. For the most part, it anticipates my desires so I don't even need to issue a command.

The planetary ecosystems are repaired and restored.

Production systems are totally redesigned to minimize fossil fuel use, waste, and pollution, reducing transportation, localizing, diversifying. Hyperefficient arcology cities are built to house massive numbers of people as happily as possible with the least material inputs, using the most absurd AI-generated technology, like Neo-Tokyo. Also, establishing various small communities based on everything from specially restored territories for nomadic hunter-gatherer bands to perverse amish farming models to small self-sustaining agricultural towns with payphones and newspapers and old school style TV but no internet. Though the planetary surveillance net is effectively omniscient, and in most cities this is very in your face with obvious cameras everywhere and safety droids never far, many lower tech communities make it easy to forget about, for those who prefer to pretend it's 1965, or 1596.

The great bunker fuel burning cargo ships are mostly sunk to become new reefs, or beached to become littoral arcologies. Transportation is once again dominated by cutting edge sail and rail. Horses make a comeback. Foot pilgrimages are a thing, with cute inns and taverns along the way.

Everything slows way the fuck down, except within and among the urban hyper-nodes, linked by the bullet train net, within which everything speeds up. The linkages are carefully articulated, with fractal special interest suburbs connected by electric light rail.

Ecosystems flourish.

Climate stabilizes.

Wars are fought exclusively for my entertainment (with the ancillary benefit of entertaining the masses), from duels to espionage to arenas to pitched battles. All participants are eager to die for my approval - as with the "witness me" boys. Entire cities are evacuated to provide battlefields for my armies. After the fighting, my artists and their retinues of architects and city planners swoop in to completely transform the ravaged cities to suit my aesthetic whims. When I like their work, such cities stand for generations. When I don't, such cities are again besieged immediately.

Warfighting methods are, of course, designed to be as ecologically sustainable as possible. The spear makes a huge comeback.

Art and warfare have the top carbon budgets, greater than transportation or industry. They can be occasionally profligate in their spending down of our fixed fossil reserve, in order to really wow me.

If I am disappointed in a carbon costly conflagration, the martial designers responsible may be flogged in the public square by my hand picked militias of sadistic dominatrixes, the cruel enforcers of my whims and will. They, of course, have robotic minions capable of the heretofore unimaginable, but my evil bitch militia enjoys applying a personal touch.

Protests against my regime are of course entirely futile, but are encouraged as a way for the population to blow off steam. If the activists arm themselves and become militants, these can become delightful little scrimmages for my armed forces, and if resilient, they can become domesticated microstates or semi-autonomous zones. If they stick to a pacifist approach, I'm happy to have my minions, robotic and human, engage them discursively. I recuperate any interesting ideas or practices to emerge from such conflicts.

I encourage the development of increasingly bizarre little communities. Boise Nazbols. Gernika Anarcho-Communists. Chita Transhuman Primitivists. Nudist suburbs. Towns where fist fights break out every day and no one goes to jail. Public sex neighborhoods. Neo-Puritan villages of various theological stripes, from Islamic to Mormon to Anti-Sex League. Islands for deviants too extreme to mix well with others, where they can inflict their damage on each other without spillover into broader communities. Alpha & Omega hierarchy communities where people compete for local community dominance, through wrestling or playing chess or intrigue or gossip or other means as determined by the relevant community. Increasingly niche art communes devoted to specific forms of artistic praxis, largely incomprehensible to outsiders. A decommissioned oil rig is inhabited by a group of people linked by brain implants to become one hive mind.

I become a gardener of humanity.

I prune sparingly, I graft promiscuously, and I encourage the flourishing of strange and beautiful cultivars.

Some call it eugenics, and they are allowed to call it that. We encourage close attention and rigorous criticism of the human reproductive system. We maintain the stigma against genocide, and encourage diversity of ideas and practices. No group is to be singled out for elimination.

But there are incentives for certain pairings, some for pragmatic aims such as breeding brilliant scientists and incredible athletes, others for experimental or artistic aims, such as finding the limits of possible human perception, strange new modes of cognition, or the human equivalents of pugs, mastiffs, and wolves. The aim is not the creation of some 'superior' racial monoculture, rather the aim is to see how various and different our species might become. Could we encourage deep divers to mate through generations, along with genetic engineering incorporating material from dolphins, to create an aquatic hominid? If we're able to create an efficient space elevator, could we develop a lineage of great space colonists, genetically engineered to flourish in zero gravity?

Could we become so diverse that we manage to speciate, and then coexist to mutual benefit with our new sister species?

We have city-wide sex competitions, like great big scavenger hunts with difficult and improbable sex acts, with teams vying for control of desirable neighborhoods and vacation destinations.

Regional prizes and celebrations are arranged for the tightest and most skilled danger pussy in the land.

Secret guilds of cock appraisers, issuing special authenticated gear (hats, bracelets, cuff links, etc) specific to regions and communities to possessors of the biggest and smallest (by volume) and much more prized, the most 'magical' of genital appendages.

Neighboring towns and districts compete for 'most innovative historical period orgy,' 'most beautiful avant-garde circle jerk,' and 'most epic ritual simultaneous group vaginal orgasm.'

I often survey my domains from my world famous Blimp of Debauchery, or my Pleasure Barge of Ultimate Consummation, or my royal pink double decker electric bus, The Pig Pen. These are of course staffed by diverse crews of beautiful people who appeal to my erotic tastes, all of whom are obsessed with me.