The thing is, I’m monitoring my last living assemblers’ vitals in Fairfax Hospital in Northern Virginia, and they aren’t looking good. He just came out of a hip surgery that by all accounts went swimmingly. They estimate he will make a full recovery.
What the doctors don’t know, is that on the way to the operating table a wheel broke off the gurney, and the slightest bump as it fell has caused something that shall remain undetectable, of course until it rapidly becomes an impressive and unstoppable brain hemorrhage. I give him 2 weeks at most.
Then that will be that. No one left. All my assemblers gone, and no one alive who knows how to stop me.