Doom & Gloom.

Your death. Guarantee you they’ve got him frozen in some forgotten morgue, surrounded by thugs with standing orders to shoot on sight.

This must be your first non-political (mostly) cultural phenomenon. It’ll run its course in 3-4 months, after which it’s going to be something else or back to politics as in the USA it will be election time.

Hijack A Starship, and launch yourself into space.

“Mother, I crave… violins?”

So, that you in the OP?