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technically, they wont collide. theyll kinda pass through each other
space is very big
yeah good luck with that. I’m taking an umbrella to work just in case.
Yeah, we probably won’t even notice, even if we hadn’t been extinct for millions of years.
That’s just the kind of lax attitude that might get us extinct
Winchester? 🤷♂️
Have a nice cold pint and wait for this whole thing to blow over.
I’m more than happy to jump over to whichever side is winning. Got my Andromeda flag ready to fly as soon as things start leaning in their favor.
Traitor!
I updooted both of you.
Don’t blame me, I voted for Kodos.
Booooooo!
I’m going to put in my request for that day off now. That way if they try to tell me 4.5 billion years from now that I didn’t put in my request soon enough, I’m fucking done.
It’s still iffy on if they’re going to give me the day of the 2038 bug off. I requested off for January 19th 2038 in 2017. Fucking enshitification.
Oh man, you should ALSO have taken off 1.1.1970 (IIRC) to get that day off.
I love it! I’m definitely going to do that, first thing monday morning. Better nate than lever.
Do we have insurance for that?
Hmm, mine specifically excludes acts of Astraios
I’m busy that day.
I’ll take a personal day. Maybe I’ll watch, maybe I’ll just slob on the sofa, we’ll see…
I’m going to enjoy making up new constellations every so many years and using them to mess with people who are into Astrology.
Ugh, making up new constellations is my least favorite part of galaxies colliding.
I’ll be pooping
I’m scared. I don’t want to poop alone when the time comes. Will you be my poop buddy?
Only if we can hold hands
Doesnt matter i wont be around in a form capable of communicating any notice
Not with that attitude
Yeah the attitude is realism. Not for everyone obviously
I expect I’ll remain dead unless the eldritch energies unlocked by the collision results in my resurrection.
If I do return to life, I suppose I might be very angry at someone or something, and that I will make him/her/it/them regret what he/she/it/they did, in the finest tradition of cinematic heroes who return from apparent death or exile.
Once I’ve completed my mission of vengeance, perhaps I’ll ride a vehicle or appropriate local domesticated animal towards a local star disappearing over the horizon of whatever planet I’m on, perhaps even with an appropriate romantic partner.
If all of this comes to pass, I would fully expect to be forced to return to resolve increasingly unexpected conflicts ad nauseum.
As I go, I’ll likely start to repeatedly indicate that I’m getting far too old for this nonsense, but I’ll continue to reluctantly proceed in my conflict resolution every time. Perhaps I’ll be able to pass on the fight for justice to another, younger person eventually.
Like I said before, though, I’ll likely just stay dead.
There’s a good chance the solar system (or another star system) will be yeeted from milkdromeda, so I guess I’ll move to another star. But who knows if I’ll afford one with a billion-year scale inflation.
We’re a bad apple anyway
Put the popcorn on ice and the champagne in the air fryer?
My plan is to have been dead for many, many years before it happens. If I’m not dead by then, I don’t think I have much to worry about considering I’m immortal.
It’ll be so much fun when the Earth gets heated out of orbit by gravitational forces. Just, uh, wear a warm coat.
