the last job in the universe will be physicist publishing their paper and we will still not know anything about what is going on.

long ago, meanwhile and into the foreseeable future simple problems that plague humanity for bazzillions of life experience hours have become a part of the universal background noise forever.

strangely enough, one day the cacophony of the sound energy expelled into the universes due to simple unsolved problems will reach a harmonic state so indubitably and sublimely beautiful that it will become obscenely popular and a sliver of the percentage of the profits from the sale of this "medley" distributed throughout the cosmos will accumulate in incalculable and hypnotic ways.

the moneys collected and distributed in corrupt ways still manage to make the problems that plague humanity disappear in a lapse of time to be completed in a matter of experience hours determined by each entity.

this causes the beautiful harmonic to cease in strange and random ways and force people to reflect on what had just occurred and is occurring to others.

finally we will answer the age old question "why are we here?" and it is the most gruesome answer ever to be told.
ta-daaaah!