Whenever there's a chance you might die, the universe splits into two; one where you die and one where you don't. Everyone who has ever died is still alive in at least one universe today.
"Stephen Wolfram is the creator of Mathematica and is widely regarded as the most important innovator in scientific and technical computing today." - Stephen Wolfram
The year: 2065 I have just gotten my prescription for the new "Super Viagra Enzyte Combo Pills" and a giant can of whipped cream. I totter off to the local legalized brothel and order up a clone of Jennifer Love Hewitt. 24 hours later I die from lack of bodily fluids. But I am smiling when they bury me.
Oh my God! There's more than one of me. WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!
If there were parallel Universes, then why haven't we been invaded by one with superior technology? Leaving robots and such?
That's how we'll die, by the hands of robots!
Maybe because that logic is retarded? Maybe we have the best technology of any other universe... maybe we are all the same... who fucking knows, stop acting like you are the Messiah.