Recently, I've watched a few 'End of the World' shows on Netflix. All very interesting, though a bit unimaginative (5 shows and only one mention of the Gray Blob possibility? Please!). But in almost all of them, they mentioned the big one: the Sun failing.
And it is indeed the big one. One day, our star will indeed shift from one stage of life to another, becoming completely hostile to life. Eventually our very planet will be engulfed into the flesh of that burning behemoth, and all life as we know it will perish.
But what I thought was interesting was that every scientist that was interviewed on this event said we'd be dead by the time the Sun could get to us. That Humanity would end, our genetic legacy ended, before the damned burning orb even got a chance to finish us off. Every single one said that. And it blows my mind.
Now, normally, I'm a 'realist' (Most people say pessimist. I suppose thats true enough). But even I find it hard to swallow that the most superior species we know of will just die off before our solar system sputters and dies. Sure, their are many dangers that we, as a species, face. And most of us recognize that natures game of selection marches onward, even if we want to believe that we are entirely above it (Hell, isn't that why we're still working on bigger and better science?). But I still would like to believe that, one day, when out Sun begins to die, we'll be off in some other part of space, toasting with glasses of space wine while we high five our 10th discovered sentient species.
Hell, I'd like to think that we can beat thermodynamics, if only by a few minutes. I like to imagine that one day, when the Universe has finally succumbed to thermal death (yes, trillions of trillions of trillions of years from now), that at least one son of humanity will remain. He may not be a human as we know it, and most likely his genetic code, let alone his physical appearance, will not resemble us in the least. But all the same, a son of humanity he will be. And I imagine him floating at the edge of the mass filled universe, watching the last of everything descend into nothing but heat, smoking one last cigarette and flipping the universe whatever his equivalent to a middle finger would be in one last act of defiance.
Am I the only one who thinks we can make this happen?
And it is indeed the big one. One day, our star will indeed shift from one stage of life to another, becoming completely hostile to life. Eventually our very planet will be engulfed into the flesh of that burning behemoth, and all life as we know it will perish.
But what I thought was interesting was that every scientist that was interviewed on this event said we'd be dead by the time the Sun could get to us. That Humanity would end, our genetic legacy ended, before the damned burning orb even got a chance to finish us off. Every single one said that. And it blows my mind.
Now, normally, I'm a 'realist' (Most people say pessimist. I suppose thats true enough). But even I find it hard to swallow that the most superior species we know of will just die off before our solar system sputters and dies. Sure, their are many dangers that we, as a species, face. And most of us recognize that natures game of selection marches onward, even if we want to believe that we are entirely above it (Hell, isn't that why we're still working on bigger and better science?). But I still would like to believe that, one day, when out Sun begins to die, we'll be off in some other part of space, toasting with glasses of space wine while we high five our 10th discovered sentient species.
Hell, I'd like to think that we can beat thermodynamics, if only by a few minutes. I like to imagine that one day, when the Universe has finally succumbed to thermal death (yes, trillions of trillions of trillions of years from now), that at least one son of humanity will remain. He may not be a human as we know it, and most likely his genetic code, let alone his physical appearance, will not resemble us in the least. But all the same, a son of humanity he will be. And I imagine him floating at the edge of the mass filled universe, watching the last of everything descend into nothing but heat, smoking one last cigarette and flipping the universe whatever his equivalent to a middle finger would be in one last act of defiance.
Am I the only one who thinks we can make this happen?