Space colonization


Colonization means potential immortality for the human genus. Man’s safety on Earth was never great, and it dwindles hourly. Disarmament, even world government, will not guarantee survival in an age when population presses natural resources to the limit and when the knowledge of how to work mischief on a planetary scale is ever more widely diffused among peoples who may grow ever more desperate.
Poul Anderson

Basically, death by shenanigans vs space exploration. There is no standard to which human civilization is bound. There is no “control group” for us to emulate. We are going to lose this world because we are having trouble uniting in a peaceful and meaningful way. To quote Elvis Costello, “What’s so funny about peace, love and understanding?” It’s serious business.

a thang is upon us

Not by grand design, and possibly by an accidental alignment of many shenanigans at once will we seem to rise or fall. The moon landing was “possibly the last time the world was one”, but a meme about farting chickens could just as easily illuminate our species with a shared message. Imagine getting that psychically beamed to inter-dimensional beings Ok…I’m getting discovery of fire, language, wheel, nuclear fission, moon landing…and farting chickens…………………………………………[sigh] Let’s keep looking for intelligent life.

Anderson proposed the magsail, a device accelerated at 20% the speed of light that could reach Andromeda in a few decades. The idea of travelling to a new galaxy, solar system, planet, neighborhood, room, is to move Movement in the universe is life. If you did not have movement within your tissue in an orderly way, then it would have movement in an unorderly way, and this process is known as death, and is the beginning of the journey the body makes through disorganized movement. We can, therefore, classify a body of an organism as a purposeful system that sustains its regularized movements, and because this purposeful sustained aggregate of systems is a finite experience, it must replicate in new resources. Possibly the replication is the purpose. Perhaps the sustainable interval is the quantum well of potential movements we are to express.I have no clue.lAnderson proposed the magsail, a device accelerated at 20% the speed of light that could reach Andromeda in a few decades. The idea of travelling to a new galaxy, solar system, planet, neighborhood, room, is to move Movement in the universe is life. If you did not have movement within your tissue in an orderly way, then it would have movement in an unorderly way, and this process is known as death, and is the beginning of the journey the body makes through disorganized movement. We can, therefore, classify a body of an organism as a purposeful system that sustains its regularized movements, and because this purposeful sustained aggregate of systems is a finite experience, it must replicate in new resources. Possibly the replication is the purpose. Perhaps the sustainable interval is the quantum well of potential movements we are to express.I have no clue.

So, getting to another planet will help us survive the idiotic shenanigans foisted upon us by our political systems, our systems of control, which, by necessity, need control. Otherwise, it would seek to have a function. Control implies something which is not under control. Our mammalian tropes, hosted by the word stage, have our feudal miscreants at the reigns, just as dukes and lords and fifes and such plowed our corpses into the clover a thousand years ago. So it is today. However, because we have mapped the world, and know its finite limits have been dangerously breached, we leave war behind. We have to make concessions.

Our wars are pushed into economic forces. Our economic forces are pushed into the control of information. We require sensate reproduction in inhuman forms. Enter the robot. We move towards the concession of our technological archetype: we are becoming a robotic extension of our human form. Think of it as a holographic projection on this plane of existence, echoes of possible cybernesis like a sponge filtering garbage in an ocean current. We are bubbly filth at the mouth of life’s rudest geysers, stains on the firmament. Colors, bright and aching. I went from feudalism into quantum foam theory in one paragraph.

To think that we are ruled over by violently disagreeable spiny-footed gastropods that feed our memories to a garbage heap. Killed by chosen mud caucuses of our refined decline of civilization in a chaosmosis of burnt sugar, horns and slogans. We are like bacteria, krill on a black ocean current, arguing who is a better krill. Whose krill have better wiggling appendages. It’s horrifying, the “self”. On the other side of this thin screed of flesh, pressed between a magnetic rock and an endless, black abyss, bubbling activity and hisses of gas in the mire.

Space dwarfs us. Death takes us all. Why should it be confined to a single planet? Why should this soil be the only claimant of our cavalier diaspora? Why can’t we give death to other worlds? Let us go forth and gradually screw up dozens of planets in hilarious and sad ways. Onward. Blunderkind United and Strange, Onward! Blunderkindness, our legacy.

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