The world was full of sad sacks thinking they’re going to die in the Revolution, or Armageddon, or in the throes of civilizational collapse at the hands of sentient AI. Statistically, almost all of them were destined to pass quietly in hospitals with tubes sticking out of every hole, or on the sofa while sleepily watching a baseball game, or in a head-on collision after deciding they were fine to drive home on sixteen beers.
