Six months ago it was announced that a meteor would hit the earth and end all life . However it missed the earth after humanity had prepared for the end .

``... are... you... **shittin' me**?!'' 
 
 Adams cowered. He was expecting this conversation at some point. Just not from the President of the United States, a rather genteel person who's spent the last six months telling not only the nation, but the rest of the world, to not panic and accept their fate in a peaceful manner. 
 
 The world had not taken well to the news of a `` Global Killer'' meteor heading towards Earth. The first three months consisted of nothing but looting, murders, sexual assaults of all kinds and the world's supply of alcohol going dry. The only religion that seemed to survive was Buddhism, but that was limited to India only; Elsewhere, the religious either committed mass suicide or were gunned down by vigilante groups when they tried to impose their own doctrine on the population at large. Supposedly, mega churches in Kansas and mosques in Saudi Arabia were turned into brothels out of spite. 
 
 Once the alcohol supply had vanished and the child rapists were rounded up and burned en mass for their crimes, the world went silent. During that time, Adams spent everyday at a neighborhood in Houston, where he and hundreds of other people played a never-ending game of baseball with the remaining members of the Astros. Pretty much everyone in the world did what they loved or always wanted to do, passing their remaining time on Earth following their passion. It was probably the most peaceful time in the history of the human race, even if it was tinged with dread for the end times. 
 
 Then the meteor missed the planet. 
 
 Within an hour, Adams had the NASA headquarters back up and running, his remaining support staff scrambling to figure out how the initial calculation had been that far off. 
 
 They ran simulations on their main supercomputer, again and again and again. Same outcome: *Total Destruction of Earth*. 
 
 That's when Edison, a 24-year-old college student and protege of Adams who promptly left the US and had what he called a `` fuck-cation'' in Japan and South Korea for two months, asked a blatantly dumb question: `` What's this thing's OS again?'' 
 
 `` Linux, Eddy. All our stuff runs on Linux. It has for years.'' 
 
 `` Then why does it say'Windows XP' at start-up on the main terminal?'' 
 
 The room was silent. Then Edison spoke up. 
 
 ``... *please* do n't tell me I contracted every type of herpes in Asia because our goddamn supercomputer was running fuckin' **Windows XP! **'' 
 
 As the President paced back-and-forth, screaming at Adams over this colossal fuck-up, his phone buzzed. Knowing the President was n't paying attention, he peeked at the screen. A text message from Edison. He had n't heard from Edison since he escaped police custody for killing NASA's head of IT with poisoned weed. 
 
 `` i found gates.''
