Nothing. It won’t happen for me in my lifetime. I don’t have enough left to jump on a starship for a jaunt to another planet, safely. The way we are planning a colony on Mars is a one-way trip. I kind of like my recliner now.

Oh, I used to brag that I could be the next Captain Kirk. That is me believing in fiction, though. I was as they say, young and dumb and full of cum back then. I was ready to slay dragons and save the damsel in distress. Age has cured that for me.

I watched the first step on the moon and later read the biographies of the people who developed the programs. It was one of the biggest crap shoots ever, that didn’t go horribly wrong. It wasn’t Star Trek; it was closer to a wagon train going to California for the gold rush, so we could beat the Soviets to the moon.

I also don’t wonder as much about what is out there. I’m pretty sure there aren’t any Romulans, or Klingons, or even Vulcans. We kind of know there aren’t little green men coming to take them to our leader.

I don’t even care about the money. Musk is spending his fortune on the aforementioned colony on Mars. Let him slay that dragon.