If there’s no other life out there, it seems like an awful waste of space. Maybe that’s why we’re so fascinated with stories of adventure in space. It seems we dream about going to new places, encountering new species, pissing them off and having glorious battles that put our Mother Earth in danger until some famous Hollywood actor comes along and almost single-handedly saves our skins.
What I don’t understand is why we just don’t shoot the Hollywood bad-ass into space first so we can avoid the whole “Earth in danger” phase of the script. Of course, the problem now is that all of our bad-asses are too old for that kind of thing anymore. The actors we send into space now will try to teach the aliens how to get in touch with their feelings.
We’re doomed.



