Incensed, so much I have to put metaphorical pen to cybernetic paper, thus herein are my views, thoughts and the venting of spleen, etc. Now I don't mind the underlying premise. The writers have to hand the story on something and the huge upheavals in the Earth are as good as any excuse for a story Hollywood can come up with, so I'll let them off for that. (Please, if you're a geologist or astrophysicist don't tell me off there, yes I know, unrealistic, etc.) So let us at the underlying storyline. A billion euros (a bit like a foreign dollar, very alien and un-America, gosh what were the producers thinking, poking fun at the feebleness of the good ol' greenback!?), for your safe seat on the "last ship out of the end of the world". Sound like a good deal, to any half-wit. But how much does it really cost to build your own ship for you, your family, friends, girlfriends, mistresses and other totty? A couple of hundred million, and a few hundred million to spare for some other luxuries, like a few more ships? So all the half-wits are to be packed away on a magical, mysterious "big ship" to save their lives. Right. Yes. I think not. Oh, and don't forget to kill of all the non-U people, those who don't "fit" the magical ships, like foreigners who aren't proper Americans, ie., born in America or as rich as an America. As for big ships, obviously the half-wit population of the world haven't noticed the huge cruise ships already floating around the world, so easily modified, oh and the vast aircraft carriers that could airlift an entire town to safety, oh, and... But of course these are "special ships" for special people, not like all the nuclear submarines in the world though. As so we sail off into the sunset heading for a new home, where all the foreign people have already settled because it didn't get harmed too much in the end of the world (of America), so we can conquer it as soon as we arrive by offering them Trade Goods. Let this sink in the mire of it's own doom.