NYC Subway Mind Games: Last people on earth

I have this new “Mind Game”, every time I’m on a subway wagon, I imagine…

“What if for some odd reason, there was a nuclear explosion or something, or this wagon ended up in another dimension where the only survivors are the people within that wagon?”

Then I start looking at everybody around me and start thinking of:
– Who would I fuck?
– Who could be the love for the rest of my life?
– Who could be a sicko?
– Who would be lame?
– Who wouldn’t survive a few days?
– Who would we eat in case there’s no food?
– What’s the racial distribution?
– Who would be a pain in the ass?
– Are there any lesbos?
– Are there any gay couples? would we force them to fuck the available women? since we need to keep the species alive
– Would there be +3 women per man? or Would there be +3 men per woman? (The latter would suck, we’d have to share wifes, yes I’m not a feminist, so sue me)
– What If I’m the only man in this wagon and I can’t have children?
– Should we allow ugly people to reproduce?
– Should we allow dumb people to reproduce?
– Should we allow sick/weak people to reproduce?

Endless questions will arise, try it next time you hop on the subway, if you’re bored.

Certainly I’d prefer being on an L train if this happened to me, definitively not on the A train after 9pm.

And come to think about it, I started playing this game every day on my head after I started watching lost.

You don’t want to end up in a wagon like this…

Maybe something a little more like this: