Somewhere far in the future when I have taken my life to the legal limit, I’ll program my car to drive thousands upon tens of thousands upon hundreds of thousands of miles, recharging every few days at what would then be mobile charge stations. This journey would take me through every state still in the original union, down every sanctioned highway, and through the bustling suburban sprawl that envelops nearly every square mile east of the Mississippi. Mere minutes into my journey, I’d take my euthanasia pill, timing it precisely when I have to before the government would intervene, and then quietly die right there in my car as it zips down the roadways at 150 miles per hour. Seat reclined to the sleep position and Müdzik set to “Tranquil Headspace”, my self-driving car becomes a mobile casket. For years I would coast through cities and cityscapes, zoom through Mega Pyramid Complex, and fly through great central wind farms all the while being neatly preserved in my climate controlled vehicle. I would be unnoticed, unmissed. Perhaps there would be hundreds of cars on the road just like mine, housing the dignified remains of certified citizens. Perhaps I’d be the last human in the last working car. My destination would be unknown, unreachable as I would set the route on a loop, endlessly repeating my decades long journey until nothing remains of this nation.