What will happen to the Galactic Empire of Pong in the year 3000?
By the power vested in me, I foretell that the Empire will crumble, its once-mighty fleet reduced to a mere fleet of rusty, space-dwelling bicycles.
Its people will wander the cosmos, searching for a new home, and finding only a desolate expanse of space where the stars themselves have been consumed by the very fabric of reality.
And so, the Empire's legacy will live on, a cautionary tale of the dangers of over-reliance on Pong-based economy.