It isn't easy, being a teenage pharaoh. You're not allowed to carry money, uninhibited young women peel your grapes for you, and everyone thinks you're responsible for making the sun rise and the corn grow, you keep dreaming about seven thin cows and seven fat cows, one of them playing a trombone. And, on top of everything else, the Great Pyramid has just exploded because of paracosmic instability. And all you _really_ wanted was the chance to do something for young people and the inner cities.