They call it a 'revelation' when the truth finally comes to light, but for me, it’s just been Tuesday for the last thirty years. Co-authoring the end of the world certainly makes for an interesting marriage, doesn't it? Watching everyone scramble to 'uncover' a plan that I helped draft while we were deciding on kitchen tiles is... well, it's quite the performance. Am I the only one who finds the sudden shock from the scientific community a little bit performative?