People imagine starships the way ancient people imagined gods: oversized, elegant, and conveniently shaped like their own fantasies. We draw them as cathedrals with engines, as naval cruisers with better lighting, as steel empires sailing a cleaner ocean. We put a bridge at the top, windows at the front, and enough smooth armor on the hull to make an admiral feel important. Then physics walks in, looks around the room, … Read the rest
We are clever primates on a wet rock, drifting through a dark sea of space, and one of our most persistent illusions is that the universe is impressed by our dashboards. We take something messy and alive—human attention, judgment, sleep, dignity—and we pour it into tidy containers called targets, and then we act surprised when the container leaks. Somewhere in a bright meeting room, under lighting designed to flatter neither … Read the rest
