I am a potential victim of natural selection,

Women hate me. I have not had a date in 3 years. I flunked out of university and haven't been able to figure out what to do with my life. I have a low-paying job where I barely get to use my skills. Just recently I fell ill with appendicitis realized that I, Success_Machine, in the absense of medical intervention, would not have lived past my 27th year. In an earlier century I may not have lived long enough to have children. There are clearly a great many undefined dimensions to this "evolution" thing, and a clear philosophy about space travel just isn't all that important in the scheme of things - Starship Generations be damned. Maybe it isn't the truth. Maybe the future really is fantastic. Maybe there is more to discover, and mankind will somehow free himself from this planet.

Clearly I suck. I just don't know why?!