I mean its kinda terrifying when you think about it from the perspective of someone who grew up in an abusive household
“You will never leave my control”
Either you get tossed to the curb by mom and you are cold and alone after being so used to the warmth and the plant is dead (flung out of orbit), or get murdered by her (red giant… engulf the system)
There’s a third option, but it may still lead to option 1 eventually. We invent starlifting, and keep our sun “young,” while also having the added benefit of strapping a solar thrusters to her so we can steer the solar system.
I mean its kinda terrifying when you think about it from the perspective of someone who grew up in an abusive household
“You will never leave my control”
Either you get tossed to the curb by mom and you are cold and alone after being so used to the warmth and the plant is dead (flung out of orbit), or get murdered by her (red giant… engulf the system)
There’s a third option, but it may still lead to option 1 eventually. We invent starlifting, and keep our sun “young,” while also having the added benefit of strapping a solar thrusters to her so we can steer the solar system.
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