I'm going to put in my request for that day off now. That way if they try to tell me 4.5 billion years from now that I didn't put in my request soon enough, I'm fucking done.
It's still iffy on if they're going to give me the day of the 2038 bug off. I requested off for January 19th 2038 in 2017. Fucking enshitification.
I expect I'll remain dead unless the eldritch energies unlocked by the collision results in my resurrection.
If I do return to life, I suppose I might be very angry at someone or something, and that I will make him/her/it/them regret what he/she/it/they did, in the finest tradition of cinematic heroes who return from apparent death or exile.
Once I've completed my mission of vengeance, perhaps I'll ride a vehicle or appropriate local domesticated animal towards a local star disappearing over the horizon of whatever planet I'm on, perhaps even with an appropriate romantic partner.
If all of this comes to pass, I would fully expect to be forced to return to resolve increasingly unexpected conflicts ad nauseum.
As I go, I'll likely start to repeatedly indicate that I'm getting far too old for this nonsense, but I'll continue to reluctantly proceed in my conflict resolution every time. Perhaps I'll be able to pass on the fight for justice to another, younger person eventually.
Like I said before, though, I'll likely just stay dead.
There's a good chance the solar system (or another star system) will be yeeted from milkdromeda, so I guess I'll move to another star. But who knows if I'll afford one with a billion-year scale inflation.
My plan is to have been dead for many, many years before it happens. If I'm not dead by then, I don't think I have much to worry about considering I'm immortal.