Oh no... I kind of imagine a "Planet of the Apes" type scenario happening before long.
Say I was launched into space tomorrow and thanks to a nasty accident end up frozen for five hundred years.
Upon my return to a post-apocalyptic Earth, I happen upon tribes of mute humans all migrating in the direction of the site of an abandoned laundarette.
Right in the middle of the rubble and the bowing primitives lies one mangled sock...