Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.
Who the hell can he be? He's never had V.D.
Take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.