In as little as three to twenty two centuries!?
My forge might explode. My guitar amp might electrocute me. I might get crushed by a falling piano.
On a long enough time line, everybody's survival rate drops to zero. Death is a certitude.
When I look back over my lifetime, it seems to me that there has always been someone (usually in the lamestream media or some kind of "authority") trying to tell my that my life is in peril, that doom is right around the corner. And yet, here we still are, wandering around, devouring...
All we can do is try to make intelligent decisions that have a positive impact on our little corner of existence. Well, that and try to enjoy life. That's why we have beer and cigars.