We all know how this ends, don't we? Everybody dies. That shouldn't be a surprise. So what's an old, whilte man to do with a lifetime of knowledge, doomed to erasure, except wield it like a sword? Great men say 'Balls to Death'. My crew respect that.
Apocalypse isn't so bad, really. If you can just muddle through, show a little ingenuity, people line up for tickets to the only show in town, aboard Snowpiercer -- my train -- all one thousand and thirty-four cars long.