The multi-billionaire Elon Musk recently said that “saving for retirement will be irrelevant” and, as if he knew what I have been doing and suffering for over ten years, he gave me some personal advice: “Don’t worry about squirreling money away for retirement in 10 or 20 years. It won’t matter.” No doubt, such words would have been very welcome on the happiest day of my life, and would have been more than enough justification for me to start burning through the little I had saved. But when it comes to money—and only money!—I am like Schopenhauer. And that means I am unable to believe the words of the visionary rocket engineer and space explorer, finding it much more plausible that, in a future like this, I will find a way to go broke. It would be beautiful, wonderful, to retire now and wait for the day when it will no longer be necessary to retire. Buy a little hole, light my cigarette, and write. Sitting in a rocking chair and gazing at the clouds, basking in the morning sun every day. Very, very beautiful… but I need another life to be able to trust a robot.