This raises the obvious question .... Where is everybody? It's like we were born on the Marie Celeste; a place that should clearly be brimming with intelligent life, yet appears (on the face of it) to be an empty desert. The more we learn that the extent to which the galaxy is chock-a-block with habitable worlds, yet apparently devoid of intelligent life, the more I get a truly creeped-out feeling that we are living…
Even if we manage to continue for another 10,000 years without causing our own extinction, will we come up with anything capable of moving people even 10% of the speed of light? If we do, will we bother to go to the stars?