Imagine: It’s 2045. The world is completely destroyed, and there is no hope for survival. You get on the Space-X ship to go to elon musk’s colonized Mars. You just barely managed to scrape by the necessary $4000000000000000 by selling your sister into slavery. The guy says “no sorry you go by they/them pronouns you can’t come.” You get left behind and eventually are killed by a stray nuclear blast from the X AE A-XII starship.