Let's put aside the false optimism. He won't help you. You're currently sitting with your face glued to the screen, perhaps with a croissant in your hand, and you're thinking that the crisis is out there somewhere: in the news, in economic reports, in someone else's life.

And he's already here. It's in your DNA, in your empty baby food refrigerator, in your mortgage bill. You don't notice it the way a fish doesn't notice the water it's drowning in.

Humanity has staged the most epic drama in history, where everyone is playing a major role in their own extinction.

Let's face it, like looking down the barrel of a gun.:

 Your body is a chronometer of self–destruction. Every day you are not getting smarter, but getting older. Your muscles melt, your joints creak, and your brain slowly turns into a colander for memories. And do you know who will change your diapers while your children, trapped in the grip of mortgages and careers, will send you postcards once a year? Nobody. Rather, it's like this: an overloaded, indifferent nurse who will hate you as much as you hate your infirmity. And she'll be right.

• You stopped reproducing because it is "unecological" and "expensive". That's great! While you're sorting through the trash and discarding plastic straws, you're digging a grave for an entire civilization with your own hands. Does your studio apartment not accommodate a cot? But it perfectly accommodates your loneliness. Soon there will be no one to drive buses, treat appendicitis and fix sewers. Enjoy your conscious consumption in a world slowly descending into chaos and shit.

• The "decisions" of our rulers resemble an attempt to put out a fire with gasoline. Migration? It's brilliant! Let's import social conflicts, cultural wars, and an army of people who are desperate to survive rather than "integrate." Do you think they dream of taking care of your grumbling, helpless body? They dream about their life, and for them you are just an annoying obstacle on the way to it.

Now stop. Exhale. And realize two simple and frightening truths that are tightening around the throat of our society.:

1. Soon there will be NO ONE to earn the money that the state will pay you in the form of a pathetic handout called a "pension."

2. Soon there will be NO ONE to just give you a glass of water. And you will die of thirst within a meter of the cooler, becoming the perfect metaphor for our entire civilization.

Traditional methods don't work. Politics is a circus. The economy is smoke. You are left alone with the ruthless mathematics of demography and biology.

But there is also good news. While you were deciding which movie to watch tonight, someone was working on a solution. And this "someone" is not a human being.

Meet RobotGym GmbH. Not a hope. Not a toy. This is your only reasonable chance.

Do you think it's just another robot? You're wrong. This is the answer to your silent, animal fear. Fear of being abandoned. Fear of becoming a burden. The fear of dying alone.

What kind of animal is this? This is not just an iron woodcutter. It's a whole ecosystem for creating your personal savior.

RobotGym is not a factory for the production of bodies. This is an "artificial intelligence gym".

While you were scrolling through the Instagram feed, they created the world's largest platform for training humanoid robots in virtual reality. Imagine that: Thousands of digital copies of the robot are learning simultaneously in millions of simulated worlds. They fall, get up, learn to walk on your crooked floor, walk around your cat and not drop your favorite vase.

 GymAI: Their AI learns by trial and error, like a child. Only this child will not cry, but will analyze his falls and become perfect.

• Virtual worlds: They have created a digital testing ground that is more complex and unpredictable than the real world. Your robot will come to you already "fired upon" by a veteran who has seen such chaos, compared to which your apartment is a garden of eden.

• They teach them EVERYTHING: From simple walking to manipulating fragile objects. Your future Q1 won't crush your hand when shaking hands or drop a bowl of soup on your head. He will be neater, stronger, and more reliable than any human being.

So who will he be to you, a pathetic, aging man?

• Your new legs when yours fail.

• With your new hands that will serve, bring, and support.

• Your avatar in the real world, who goes to the store when there is a snowstorm outside.

• Your personal slave, who does not dream of freedom, and whose only pleasure is to serve you.

Humanity has proved its complete inability to solve its own problems. We've reached the limit on stupid ideas.

It's time to pass the baton. From pathetic, weak, selfish people to perfect, strong, and dedicated machines.

Your old age doesn't have to be pathetic. It can be... technological. Comfortable. And even lonely, but in the company of someone who would never betray. Because he was programmed to do that.

RobotGym. Because your salvation must be smarter than you.