I can smell the globalist paradise now. I've got my soup bowl out for that rainbow stew that's a coming in that wonderful multicultural utopia where all the peoples of the Earth will sway hand-in-hand singing as one. I'm strumming my little ukelele crying tears of happiness. I'll have plenty of time to practice with my $2000 an hour job cutting brand logos into microscopic surfaces of nanotech wizbots with a little laser. I'll work from home only an hour a day and spend the rest on porno sites and LaffADayDotcom watching funny animal tricks. I'll be paid in Ameros and be able to have sex with whoever I want whenever I want without noisome kiddies.
Ahhhhh, what a wonderful world, one big strip mall covering the planet, cappuccino service undisturbed at any hour. Just shopping and sex, like sodomites with credit cards. Whatta wunnerful, wunnerful world it shall be.
Then, of course, there's the other possibility.