posted on Mar, 29 2007 @ 04:01 AM
So we're talking about a planet that was discovered by a probe launched from Earth roughly a thousand years earlier?
And the information sent back to earth by the probe is 400 years out of date?
Hmm.
Well, at least you eager colonists will be able to console yourselves that if, after a millennium of interstellar exploration, mankind still
hasn't found a means of superluminal transportation, there probably isn't one.
So you probably won't find your descendants waiting for you at the spaceport.
You might, however, find some alien colonists from the system next door. They'll have had anything up to four hundred years to settle down and they
may not be too keen to share their real estate with you and your family. On the other hand, they may make good eating.
But would I go?
It would depend, above all, on my social status and position in the new colony.
If I had to pitch in with the sturdy yeoman types, digging ditches and installing space elevator cables, then the answer would be an emphatic 'no'.
I'm too old for that kind of thing and never had the build for it anyway.
If, on the other hand, my professional abilities and such talents as I possess were deemed useful enough on the new world to afford me the same
status, respect and sexual opportunities I enjoy on this one, you may ship me out on the next interstellar wagon-lit and I'll take my leave
singing. Just make sure that my books, music and the contents of my cellar accompany me, together with sufficient numbers of nubile female colonists
half my age and a plentiful supply of the appropriate recreational substances.
I'll expect a demesne of suitable size, naturally, and quarters in the style to which one has grown accustomed. Perhaps some of those sturdy young
colonists can be put to work building it.
Yes... under those circumstances I would certainly consider emigrating.
After all, what's a little hardship?