I decide to become a robot powered by that nuclear technology in satellites, and give myself really creepy eyes.
I stare at you. Simply stare.
You attempt to retaliate, but somehow you cannot bring yourself to move. My gaze knows all.
The days pass as we both stand locked in place.
Then weeks.
Then months.
Buildings, empires, even worlds rise about us; nobody notices the two people standing in one spot, not moving a millimeter.
I dig us out of the ground where erosion had dragged us and calmly walk away with your fossilized remains.
do i win?