My gut reaction is that cryogenics is our best bet at this point. But I wouldn't bet on it anyway.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be an astronaut. This was before I knew that real astronauts didn't actually go into space especially often. Before I knew that you can't explore distant stars without filing pounds, literal *pounds*, of paperwork. Not to mention the decades it'll take to make that sort of travel possible. And no kid ever thinks about the line. The cable. Whatever you want to call it. Just one. The cable looks so thin. That keeps the astronaut connected, however delicately, to air and warmth and whatever comforts of home that they can squeeze through a tube.

It's a safe assumption that I'll never be an astronaut at this point. Or you. Sorry. The way it is. But it's enough to think about it. You grow up. Eventually you get your cables elsewhere. You channel your anxiety and worry, your hope and your wonder into something else. Equally tenuous. I do, anyway. The cable looks thin. It always does. I built it strong as I could. I hope it holds. I really do.