Grumpyspacekid - Where Did You Come From And What Do You Want?

never forget that this nebula has a region called “trumpler 15” with a bunch of dead stars

Carina Nebula Panorama

the heavens’ embroidered cloths

from Interstellar, 2014

Pretty much my childhood in a nutshell.

☮Sleepless nights☯

Bob Eggleton’s Mars hotel is named “Mars Hotel”

Sunshine, like love.

gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us— we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.

Humans and war

Okay, so as much as I love the humans are horrifying thing, there is one thing that bugs me. It seems like in fiction whenever other beings find out about our history, they end up getting all horrified and bring up the whole “are we worth saving” thing (looking at you 5th element). And that’s a valid point, human history is scary. But it always seems like we’re always the only ones out there like that.

There’s got to be some other race who wars constantly and is no stranger to interspecies violence and who upon reading our files just sort of shrugs and goes “yeah. Same.”

We may be scary but we can’t be the only ones, right?