I'm talking about the wreckoning, man. I'm talking about universal recognition that every success Georgia has ever enjoyed was an aberration, some kind of warp or wound in the fields of decency and love and consciousness which permeate the cosmos but converge here on Earth. There is something wrong with our world and it lives in a cesspool northeast of here. If our species ever means to transcend the material and take our place as masters of this reality, we cannot do it until
after Georgia is a Sun Belt doormat who Tech deigns to host once every four years in a charity scrimmage with no mercy rule. Almost like a war reenactment, for the blissful generations of hypergod humans who will, at that point, know nothing of conflict or suffering or barking adults.