Surviving will be a miserable ordeal. That being said, all of my ancestors have survived every major calamity in the history of life on earth. The way I see it, I owe it to them to try surviving whatever comes next. A few select generations lived through much, much worse.

It may sound bizarre, but I don’t believe in an afterlife so I might as well lean into something to give me inspiration. The idea that I exist because my extremely distant ancestors survived every mass extinction gives me a sense of wonder.

And you'll survive. You'll build the cornerstones of future civilization! They'll erect statues of you!

And then in 100 years they'll curse you and tear down those statues because they found out you ate the last kangaroo in order to survive.

for a few minutes / hours I guess