This lesson is on the future - and how scary it will be.
It is sponsored by Atwood, Orwell, McCarthy, Golding, Ridley, and Ishiguru.
Who all seem to believe despite REM's optimistic "It's the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine)" that... we're all more or less headed down the toilet.
I don't need any time machine. I have seen the future.
And damn... it's bleak!
I am already stockpiling my cupboards with Coke, Cocoa, spam and tuna (so I don't have to resort immediately to cannibalism, thank you The Road).
I might also buy a whole lot of freezedried food (Bladerunner) and spiffy jumpsuits in a variety of colors to enable me to pose as a variety of society's echelons.
I will guard my loins against injections, rejections, and inspections, wear tinfoil on my head against radiations, and keep my eyes down so as not to raise suspicions.
And I will constantly be on the lookout for orphans.
Why? If Harry Potter and Meet the Robinsons have taught me anything, it's that if we want to end tyranny and pollution, we need a bright young orphan.
And if Zombieland has taught me anything, I should prepare to nut up or shut up.