You realise something that no-one else in the world does: the world you live in is not real, not really. It is a world of fiction, of stories that exist only in cyberspace, stories hammered out by people's imaginations. You are the ghost in the system. You can see all the stories... you can see into the writers' minds, into their dreams and nightmares.
Your self-appointed task is to flit from story to story, irrelevantly appearing and saying "The best to you - even terrible" and seeing if anybody else wants to follow you through cyberspace. When you are unavailable arrange for another clown to do the same job. Truly you are the destroyer, the bringer of madness and irrelevance into this already-disturbed world.