Amy Poehler and Carl Sagan are stuck in Underground Metro System Failure and forced to have a deep conversation.

Amy: Okay, Carl, so like, this is a total bummer, but maybe this whole stalled train thing is just the universe's way of telling us to, I don't know, appreciate the moment?

Carl: (Calmly) Perhaps, Amy. Or, perhaps, it's a testament to the fragility of complex systems, a reminder that even our most advanced technologies are vulnerable to entropy.

Amy: Entropy? Ooh, sounds like a really intense improv game! Anyway, isn’t there a cosmic reason for everything, like, written in the stars?

Carl: While the stars certainly hold the history of the universe, suggesting predestination diminishes our agency and the beautiful, terrifying freedom of choice.

Amy: Woah, heavy. But still, somewhere out there, there's gotta be a planet where everyone's just, like, relentlessly positive, right?

Carl: The probability of life, even relentlessly positive life, existing elsewhere is statistically significant, but the vastness of space presents formidable challenges to confirmation.

Amy: So, basically, there's hope, even if it's, like, a really, really, *really* long shot?

Carl: Hope, Amy, is not a strategy. It is, however, a powerful motivator to understand the universe and our place within it.

Amy: Okay, I'm motivated! So, what's the meaning of life then, big guy? Give me the SparkNotes version.

Carl: To contemplate the cosmos, to strive for knowledge, and to leave the world a little brighter than we found it. And maybe, just maybe, to make each other laugh along the way.