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Brace yourselves, for I have seen the fiery beyond, and it ain't pretty.

First, the children will all become prostitutes of one ilk or another, selling out their principals of business/art/self/decency/right and everything else. None of the adults will care, of course, because they've been through so many damn divorces and remarriages and one night stands that no one knows which child belongs to who anymore. The system will prevail, for no individual would have the strength to against it.

Next, technology will overrun the earth, blotting out all that is natural and real on its surface, since no one really understands any of the basic principals that run it anymore, and those damn geeks knew it would happen, and made sure the computers would be able to fix themselves after there was no one left who understood anything.

After this, or maybe at the same time, people, as a species, will stop thinking. I know some think this is already happening, but I would argue that, dispite the average intelligence of, say, a leader of the free world, there are still a number of human beings capable of thought. The only thoughts remaining to our descendants will be those of Freud's thoerized Id: Food, Sex, Comfort. Of course, we all know how well the world will work when there is NOTHING in it higher than these desires. Humankind will rot away in their own feces, either that or drown in their own shed skin, since no one knew that the exhaust from that central mainframe would kill all the dust mites on the planet. Of course, no one knew what dust mites were, anyway.

And somewhere, as much as the rest of the world would hate to admit it, and as much as all of us doubt it, there will still be one. Maybe more, but there will be one, sitting high atop the barren hills baked by the hole in the ozone layer, watching as all of humanity sinks back into the primordial slime from which it evolved. And then, finally being alone, the sole thinker can shout, scream, kick the dusty ground, and admit that, despite their contempt, they were human, too, with all the longings and lazyness and instincts. The survivor will be able to admit that, in their heart, they wished to be as free as all those who they dispised for ruining things for them. The only difference is control.

For a billion years, the earth was a lifeless ball of rock and water. In a million years, it may be so again.

Ok, now to find some chocolate and get off the "The Earth is Doomed" trip.