I don’t really have any personal bent for space travel — certainly not a monomaniacal to-the-death desire to see Mars, let alone a desire to do so while jabbering incessently to myself.
So, short answer is “no”. Extenuating, extraordinary circumstances notwithstanding, of course, and even then I doubt I’d be the man for the job.
No. No chance. I’m too attached to people here. The idea of saying goodbye forever to my family is horrifying to me. I’m not all that curious about what’s happening on Mars, but I want to know things like, is my brother going to marry his current girlfriend? Will my one and a half year old ever start talking? I don’t want to miss anything. I guess that makes me a boring homebody instead of a dashing adventurer. I wouldn’t even be interested in a round-trip ticket. But if you go, I’d love to hear all about it.
No. The idea of space travel doesn’t exactly appeal to me. I’d rather hit up some European spots, first. Maybe it’ll be a different story when I’m a dying billionaire where the only way to prolong life is live in space where I can creepily spy on scientists looking for ET life.
I’d be inclined to consider something like this in a star trek universe, or back in the age of exploring the planet, when the destination is likely to include new life and new adventures, even though you have to give up what you know & love at home. But Mars is a big empty freezing rock… I dunno, I suppose it could be interesting in a meditative way, and the view of the stars must be pretty amazing, but I feel like it would be a little bit like suicide without suicide, living in a kind of buddhist limbo
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Not if it was one-way — someone has to be here to make sure my kids take their baths.
I don’t really have any personal bent for space travel — certainly not a monomaniacal to-the-death desire to see Mars, let alone a desire to do so while jabbering incessently to myself.
So, short answer is “no”. Extenuating, extraordinary circumstances notwithstanding, of course, and even then I doubt I’d be the man for the job.
No, but I know a few people I’d like to send.
Totally would. It’s an easy ticket into immortality, no?
No. No chance. I’m too attached to people here. The idea of saying goodbye forever to my family is horrifying to me. I’m not all that curious about what’s happening on Mars, but I want to know things like, is my brother going to marry his current girlfriend? Will my one and a half year old ever start talking? I don’t want to miss anything. I guess that makes me a boring homebody instead of a dashing adventurer. I wouldn’t even be interested in a round-trip ticket. But if you go, I’d love to hear all about it.
Absolutely. In fact, only if it were one-way.
No. The idea of space travel doesn’t exactly appeal to me. I’d rather hit up some European spots, first. Maybe it’ll be a different story when I’m a dying billionaire where the only way to prolong life is live in space where I can creepily spy on scientists looking for ET life.
No, hell no, and hell no. I would never go by myself. Too much anxiety.
Shit. I’m scared of roller-coasters.
I’d be inclined to consider something like this in a star trek universe, or back in the age of exploring the planet, when the destination is likely to include new life and new adventures, even though you have to give up what you know & love at home. But Mars is a big empty freezing rock… I dunno, I suppose it could be interesting in a meditative way, and the view of the stars must be pretty amazing, but I feel like it would be a little bit like suicide without suicide, living in a kind of buddhist limbo