Interstellar Migration
We are already a space colony. If we can't make it in this beautifully equipped colony, we're not going to make it anywhere else, either. And we're not going to carry out any of our space colonies, except by virtue of being colonies from the mothership. If the mothership can't be made to work, the colonies aren't going to work.
R. Buckminster Fuller
and the reality of tomorrow.
Robert Goddard
Than this cruel descent from a hundred years
of dream, into the starkness of the capsule.
Two of our crew still lay suspended,
cool in their tombs of sleep,
The nagging choirs of memory, the lengths of
tubes and wires deep-worming from their flesh
to machinery I would have to cut.
Such midwifery is just one function of the leader here:
Floating in a sac of fluid dark,
a clear century of space away from Earth.
One man stared from the trauma of his birth,
attentive to the hypnotapes assuring him that this
was reality, however grim; Our journey's end
The landing itself was nothing;
We just touched upon a shelf of rock selected by the
automind, and left a galaxy of dreams behind.
First Landing on Medusa by Robert Calvert