There's literally nothing there, why go all that way? The distances are so incredibly vast. It seems like we ought to be content with staying put.
There's literally nothing there, why go all that way? The distances are so incredibly vast. It seems like we ought to be content with staying put.
By "literally nothing there," I mean there's literally nothing for us. Three stars and a few Earth-sized planets in the habitable zone that are, more than likely, uninhabitable by humans. There's nothing there worth going all that way for.
I like sci-fi as much as the next person but the reality of the situation, it seems to me, is that the universe is mostly empty, vast, and inhospitable to human life.
So is the Pacific Ocean for practical definitions of emptiness. You don't got to the empty places.
I’m not sure that after spending a lifetime in an ample space colony its inhabitants would feel nostalgic of the time we spent sitting on round rocks cooking around a star.