I love imagining these things as archeological finds, eons from now, under scrutiny by a civilization that doesn't directly know or remember us, and particularly the part where they argue for generations about why we stacked up all the gold, unable to admit to themselves that, as a species, we had all simply agreed for thousands of years that "oooooo, shiny!"
Oh Phil, you'd love then the problem of nuclear semiotics, specifically how to tell long-future humans in effective terms, "don't dig here."
Yeah that's pretty hot right there. The radiaton cats? Maybe the Best Worst Idea Ever Ever.