“Get your ass to Mars!” has never been further from my heart than at this moment.
Why?
Because I’m a realist. There’s no way I’m ever going to see Mars.
And sure, I figure I’m going to be long dead by the time they get around to colonizing the red planet, but that’s not why I discount my nephew’s chances of living on Mars. Because it’s not going to be about how long it takes humanity to reach another planet.
It’s going to be about all the rich assholes that see Mars as their next great chance.
They’re either going to cause (more) irrevocable damage to the planet as they push space technology, or they’re just going to pay their way on board the ships.
So yeah. Shocking as it seems, I don’t care about Mars.
Because I’m never going to see it.
Viva Earth!
