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I grew up watching Star Trek and, once believing humanity was capable of far more nobility than it is, the idea that we are going to one day spread to the stars is both sad and hilarious.
We couldn't make Earth work. We couldn't stop knowingly damaging a basically infinitely forgiving environment that recycles our water, air, and waste auto-fucking-magically. We had to multiply with no consideration, emit fuels to harm that virtuous system with reckless abandon eyes wide open, and literally engineer materials from the earth that the Earth couldn't easily re-absorb and then make infinite useless pop figure crap out of it. We just had to stop growing/metastizing our people, and just as importantly our economy, aka our Ferngully smog monster Earth thrashing machine, and live within our still exceptionally bountiful means. Nope, moooaaaaar!
Yes, a dozen or two perfect specimen, perfectly trained apex humans can go to Mars and grow potatoes in a tent to inspire us, but an actual colony of hundreds or thousands of regular humans, some of which inevitably born into a place where a single thoughtless, reckless, or GREEDY action can easily mean boom, everybody dead in an instant, womp, womp try again? Lol, have you met us?
Bezos, Musk, Zuck doesn't matter. If those antsy, insatiably greedy fucks or those like them ever tried to leave with a hundred human laborers or a hundred humanoid robots, they'd be dead within 6 months of landing, because they'd keep pushing shit beyond their tolerances to INCREASE production or ACCELERATE construction beyond the original plans they already half assed and took liberties with.
That's why, to me, taking funding away from international agencies and those like NASA was the death knell of humanity's space faring dreams and final confirmation we don't have it in us. Space colonization in its early forms would take a level of sustained human selfless cooperation we just aren't capable of, especially factoring in that our most successfully greedy fucks have been allowed to coopt that dream and turn it into an absolute nightmare of being born into internment colony having to work 12 hour days to pay for the recycled air you consumed that day until Elon blows you up trying to adjust his suite's 02 saturation to 30% by lowering everyone else's to 15% because he was bored and needed to get just a lil moar than everyone else yet again to feel superior.
