We’ve had stories of people going to other worlds and coming back for millennia. For the ancient Norse, it was traveling the rainbow bridge along the world tree to the worlds of the Aesir and the Elves. For the ancient Celts, it was the Other World where Elves and Fairies lived. For the Greeks, it was Mount Olympus where the gods lived. For Jews and Christians, it is Heaven. God and his angels. Sometimes I wonder…but would you call me crazy for that question?
The Peloran Treatments promised to make us all healthier and to live for centuries. They performed a five-year study and it worked perfect. No side effects. Old men and women on their deathbeds stood up and walked away after a few days or weeks. They were miracle drugs and the public screamed for them to be released to the masses. Why should anyone be sick or die of old age when we could stop it? So we did. We welcomed the Second Age of Methuselah with open arms.
Many people wonder how moons of gas giants so far outside the Goldilocks Zone of a star can be habitable themselves. The secret is that gas giants are truly massive, comparable more to stars than to their lesser, terrestrial brethren. With that mass comes a major gravitational well that pulls and pushes at the moons trapped in their miniature, substellar systems. That friction heats those moons from the inside out, and that heat makes all the difference.
It is interesting that so many of the words we use now are derived from the science fiction of a time when space travel was rare or non-existent at all. I have often wondered where those ideas came from, how we created them. How did we, an insular, planet-bound society, transform ourselves in a mere handful of decades into a society that actively hoped for Contact? And why? Who benefited the most?
I really do love the worlds we live in. There are so many, and all of them different from every other. Whenever I get bored with one, I jump in my ship and check out another one in a few days. I’ve been to every major colony world we have, and a lot of the minor ones too. If I live long enough, I plan to see every world, though Betty tells me that’s impossible. Something about us colonizing too many worlds a year for me to catch up. But I ain’t giving up.