On Civ V And Possible Insanity

I'm trying not to read too much into the way I play Civilization V. There are days where just try to make the world a happy joyous place filled with art and song and music and lots and lots of money. Then there are the days where I refuse to finish off a civilization's last city, just so I can gradually culture-bomb it down to a pathetic resourceless scrap of land, from which its wretched citizens can watch in abject poverty as I fill the world with sterile machinery. Eventually, the rumor filters through the foreign slums like wildfire... the spaceship is ready. The ship that will carry my chosen elect off to an interplanetary paradise. And these poor souls look up at the night sky, straining to see the exhaust trail. But instead they see the fiery arc of a single, gleaming missile, heading downwards. And they have only a moment to make their peace, with each other or with their creator. And then the game ends.