I imagine it must be incredibly painful to be shattered into a thousand pieces and to go and 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 him. That's how the situation will be: the only thing they will have to avoid is the rain and lightning and to replace the parts that wear out from decay, they won't worry about toothaches or hemorrhoids, or about the f...g. The only thing they will do is wander around looking for something to do, and there aren't many things to do because they don't need to worry about food and they won't be so stupid as to pay rent, and if they construct a barrel, they will be smart enough to use it.