Okay, Ray. I’ve had enough. Give it the F up. Back in the 70s, you and Clarke and those bastards at NASA told me that by 2010 I’d be tending a hydroponic garden on a space station while my children played space tennis in bubble-domed suits on the hull. And now look at me. Alls I got is eyestrain and a sore neck from this friggin desk and the internet. Don’t you realize that while you armchair eggheads talk about the-future-that-never-comes, I’m DYING AT THIS F’N DESK? So unless you’re going to let me climb on your back while you flap your friggin wings and personally transport me through the starry firmament to my Martian utopia, I respectfully ask you to shut the hell up.
Mankind’s destiny is to colonize Mars, American sci-fi writer Ray Bradbury whose cautionary tales of the future have spooked readers for decades told a book fair here.
“We should never have left the moon. We should have remained there,” he argued, saying it would have given man a base from which to explore deeper into the solar system and go onto Mars.
“Mars is our destiny,” he added, speaking late Monday by video link to a book fair in Guadalajara, Mexico.
“We have to go back to the moon, put the stations there and have to go Mars and install the civilizations there and become Martians.”