Granted. Everything past, present and future is gathered together for your perusal, atop a tray of silver. You are ill-equipped to comprehend any of it due to the sheer magnitude and there doesn't seem to be a clear order in the way it is arranged. Everyone, including all of your loved ones, are messed up somewhere in the mass of everything, sadly crushed under the physical weight. Infrastructure, gone. Society, over. At least you have a neat silver platter. However it's underneath all the other stuff so good luck pawning it off. Which you can't anyway because all of the pawn shops are trashed up under there somewhere too. Congratulations.

I wish for an end to famine.