There is nothing left for me to do but just retreat into my own little world and wait.
I sit my a valley inside my mind filled with things, with machines that I'm not sure can work. It is a place with straight roads and gentle skies. A place of clarity, where everything makes sense. A place of mystery where nothing is certain.
What can an ordinary man like myself do? No one will listen to me. If they don't listen, don't talk. I like being quiet and transparent, I'm just there buried in my own little thoughts and my own little world.
It won't be long before my own body will stop working, perhaps 50 years or less. Just need to keep my chin up and wait. Keep the happy thoughts.