In 2040, my house will finally take the throne, the fruit of my financial independence. My reptiles, always by my side, will have seen the world evolve. Electric cars will dominate, but my old gasoline, lovingly maintained, will remain a symbol of resistance. Breeding will have become a Noah's Ark for endangered species, my contribution to biodiversity. Cities will be greener, technology ubiquitous, but wilderness will have regained ground. My grandchildren will laugh as they discover my "old" cars, and I will pass on to them my passion for nature and mechanics.