There were many valiant space entrepreneurs from that time period but a certain name always quickly flashes into my mind, that of Elon Musk. A strange, complex soul but foremost a visionary. He saw what humanity needed to do to survive and would drag it along with him if he must.

He did everything that he said he would transforming the exploration of space and creating the first Martian colony. Over one million souls live there now. Musk, himself only lived to be ninety five before a freak accident on the moon. I actually cried that day, not because of any love for the man but because of his loss to humanity.

He wasn’t perfect, of course, and wasted billions on a pointless effort save a mediocre social media company once called Twitter. A truly bizarre vanity project. That all feels like ancient history to me now.

Artificial intelligence was the last major change that I foresaw in those years and was able to take advantage of. Millions, maybe even billions of humans lost their jobs and with it, their sense of being. But it also opened up a Universe of possibilities. Great men like Isaac Arthur could see the future. He even made youtube videos that told people what was about to happen. Millions listened, but thankfully few could join up the dots that had been laid out before them.

The idiots, I knew what had to be done. But each step took time, something that I had alot of.