Eight times in a million years, human beings colonized Britain. Seven times these attempts failed; why should it be any different for us?
The Earth abides, and bides its time. I like to imagine yet that our voices will be missed.
Perhaps science fiction remains niche because of its emphasis on deep time, deep space – the dizzying perspectives of the Universe. Fiction that puts us into context is safest confined to the nerd ghetto.
And yet we are tellurian. Every trip into the stars turns our faces towards home.