My life is on a trajectory to homelessness with disability and a system that refuses to help me. This is me, in the future, being traumatized, abused, and dying in a gutter somewhere while being criminalized because a political refugee from the other side of the world had to have a driver’s license but had the cognitive capacity of a third grader. I was just commuting to work on a bicycle, a racer, upper middle class guy, working in a chain of high end bike shops. I’m you on an extremely unlucky day. You’re only one bad day away from this exact same issue.
Literally (fiction) speaking, I’ve randomly gambled on ~10 generations max before the population crashes if a generation ship arrives and fails to complete an O’Neill cylinder on the other side.
Sound legit? 4am, going to bed, so no read.