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posted by Art Durkee at 1:04 AM
I have to say I did expect a moon base by now. The whole space race really seems to have ground to a halt. Science fiction promised us so much. And when the hell are we going to get a man on Mars and stop playing around with toy robots?
Agreed.It's been a failure of will, dominated by ingrown politics, that's held us back. As usual, as a species we're our own worst enemies. We're capable of a great deal more than many of us want to believe we are.
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I have to say I did expect a moon base by now. The whole space race really seems to have ground to a halt. Science fiction promised us so much. And when the hell are we going to get a man on Mars and stop playing around with toy robots?
Agreed.
It's been a failure of will, dominated by ingrown politics, that's held us back. As usual, as a species we're our own worst enemies. We're capable of a great deal more than many of us want to believe we are.
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