I want to go to Mars. I’ve oft mentioned that if we ever put one of us lead-footed mostly-simians onto that Red Planet I’m going to be weeping all over the televised (into ours skull-o-vision) broadcast. Now go there? My god. I can’t even contemplate it. According to the head of SpaceX I could be swinging such a dream for only half a million. Time to start rubbing some fucking pennies together.

Frreal.

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