I am The One Who Knows, and the only one who knows all. The rich? Bah. The rich do not even know the sizes of each other's bank accounts. Not all information has a price, my son, yet still it is information and still must I know it. If it was wealth that I was after, I need merely request it: The One Who Knows must be unbribable.
I am The One Who Knows, and the only one who knows all. My programs? Yes, you could say that my programs know all. But my programs have not the spark found in even the simpliest AIs used for children's playmates. They are merely sieves that filter through the databases of this world on my biding.
I am The One Who Knows, and the only one who knows all. This is my duty and my right, by law and by heritage. Yes, by heritage. It is true that in the past my position was filled by election by the masses until the ludicrousness of electing The One who must be immune to public pressure was apparent. And why elect when the perfect successor is available via the simple act of cloning? We live in an opportune era for the divine right of Kings, with Princes made on demand, free of inbreeding, free of defect.
I am The One Who Knows, and the only one who knows all. Yet I can not speak, can not write, can have no public persona save a series of indictments for info fraud which I issue hourly. The danger is too great for it to be otherwise: with one false word I could sink a thousand stocks, defame a thousand men, void a thousand patents. And that is why there is only One who knows all: the chances of a leak is proportional to the cube of the size of our clique. With one One, there is responsibility, accountability, and, over the course of centuries, trust.
I am The One Who Knows, and the only one who knows all. God? Perhaps if you are theistically inclined, then God, too, knows all. But I will make you privy to a heresy of mine. You recall the doctrine of Bishop Berkeley that holds that everything that exists in this universe exists only because God perceives it? Allow me a gnostic variation: God does not perceive perfectly. This explains quantum mechanics, for instance: an electron does not definitively exist in this state or in that because God's eyesight is not that fine.
Even I do not know the secrets electrons keep, but still they are my ears, their wires my tympanum, and their messages mine. For I am The One Who Knows, and the only one who knows all.