I posted earlier that I had a crisp $20 bill sitting on my desk waiting for the Kickstarter for the real Black Star Line. You know, that craft that is going to carry the rest of us into space, after the rich have left.
Remember After Earth? You don’t want to be here after every living thing has evolved to kill us.
(Note: Why did evolution take them in that direction, especially if we hadn’t been there? Because we are assholes. And how did everything evolve so quickly? See Dust.)
Call it the Lauren Olamina. Stock it with hydroponics and shoot it out in whichever direction has the least amount of corporate ownership.
Let’s do it. Let’s all settle on a planet called Octavia and write our own futures.