I imagine it's incredibly painful to be shattered into a thousand pieces and go kill yourself for something different; every hundred years, every fifty years, every twenty years. I read somewhere that Man will eventually be replaced by the robots he creates, which will be smarter than he is. So the situation will be like this: the only thing they will have to avoid is rain and lightning and replace the parts that wear out; they won't worry about toothache or hemorrhoids, or fuc...ing. All they will do is wander around looking for something to do, and there isn't much to do because they don't need to worry about food and they won't be stupid enough to pay rent, and if they build a barrel, they will be smart enough to use it.