You may not live long, but you'll live hard. Rough times, Sagittarius. First the military seizes control of the government, and then it loses control of a mess of exotic biological weapons. Jerks prove immune to the worst of the new plagues, providing the new government with grassroots support. Your cot at the work camp collapses three, four times a night.
Radio is worse then ever.
Be prepared to make a quantum leap off the cutting edge of the new wave of the state of the art. Pack a lunch. It's so much nicer down here since they moved all industry into near space, and the orbital towers scattered along the equator make it possible to go up and down without disturbing the ozone. Life extension and intelligence enhancement are getting better all the time. Everyone's dead but you, and it's all you hoped it would be.