As an ex-plasma physicist (MIT Plasma Fusion Center, 1984-1998), I realized that "science was dead" in May 2020. I knew, like Nietzsche's lantern carrier in The Gay Science, that this was an epochal moment, and that I would be unable to explain the significance of this development to anyone who hadn't independently arrived at the same conclusion. Science is dead, and we have killed it. Or perhaps it was just me belatedly recognizing something that had already occurred. Certainly we have had hints with the well-known "replication crisis" in science. Yet, to this day, I remain baffled by the number of scientists who prostitute themselves in this way. I've seen plenty of examples of this in my former field, but I rationalized it as job security taking precedence over other considerations. We are living a horror.