In other universes the more fortunate versions of yourself are eagerly collapsing waves because things just keep getting better :)
The world crumbles in the pursuit of trying to understand why you only flip heads. Theories are invented, and prizes awarded, but nobody knows that it’s just because that version was extremely specific in its randomness.
In a world where there are infinite possibilities and infinite attempts, all possibilities are an eventuality, including floating brains in space.
This is a thought I had while doing the dishes today.
But I also love that optimism. And there are versions who gave up LONG before where you are! This might be the version where you win!
There's an absolutely hilarious episode of "Space: 1999" about this.