Now, this is hypothetical, so don’t wet your pants. There is a meteor – it’s actually still an asteroid, it doesn’t become a meteor until it actually enters the atmosphere, but for the sake of not being a giant nerd, I’m going to use THE WRONG WORD for the rest of this post – heading for our little blue planet, massive enough to obliterate said planet. The probability of this impact is 97.3%. Unlike the Mayan apocalypse, which I gave a 0.003% chance of happening – that is really low, somewhere down there with your blood alcohol content after you’ve had a freshly pressed orange smoothy – this is quite a bleak outlook.
Confronted with almost certain doom for the human race, what do I do? I certainly don’t have the money to install a doomsday bunker in my back yard, nor do I have said back yard. There are medieval catacombs in my home town where I might survive the heat and pressure wave that results from the impact, but they would likely collapse under the globally occurring earthquakes magnitude 15. A bank vault might do the trick, but they can’t be opened from the inside once shut, and within a day, I would suffocate, especially if I weren’t the only person with that great idea. So, what’s left for me to do than sit on my hands?
I certainly could have a great time. I figure, under those circumstances, many people would panic and go feral, our governments would fall within weeks. Absolute Chaos would reign, raiding, raping, pillaging, murder, mayhem. I guess, most people wouldn’t live to see the Doompocalypse. I said in an earlier post that I believe in Humanity. Well, I do, but humans lose their humanity under extreme circumstances. Doompocalypse is the very definition of ultimate extremity. I could follow my basic animal instincts, kill who and when I want, take what I want when I want it, have my way with whomever I want. There would be no consequences, no repercussions, no institution to sanction my behavior.
So, what do I do?
I hoard. Useful things. Food. Weapons and Ammunition. I organize with friends, family, people I can count on. There is, after all, a 2.7% that the meteor will miss, and then I control vital resources. From there on, I am the President of the New World Order.