Yesterday I celebrated turning 26 years of age. Woot! I did make a wish off my birthday cake that I did not share with anyone and refuse to until it comes true. But it's not the only wish I make.
The news that warp drives may actually be possible returned a hope in me that I didn't remember since I was a child. Space was a place that was magical and fun. You could float! You would discover new things! You may even meet aliens! Why wouldn't a child want to go? Many of us were taught to reach the stars. Why not reach literal stars?
As you get older you realize the reality of that dream. Space is cold. You need a lot of fuel. You need food. And you have to build an efficient shelter to sustain yourself. Space travel is hard work! How are you supposed to do it? They make it look so easy on Star Trek!
Now it can be easy like Star Trek.
So I wish out loud a long term wish, which is part of the reason I feel safe saying it. Because it's not a wish you can put a little hope out in the universe and pray to yourself it hooks on to something good. It's a wish that's going to take a lot of dedication, a lot of work from the right people.
I wish that my grandchildren will be able to comfortably live on Mars.