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Close your eyes for a moment. Picture yourself standing on a launchpad, twenty-five years old, heart pounding, staring up at a rocket that will carry you away from everything you’ve ever known. Earth — your home, your history, your entire species — is about to become a shrinking blue dot behind you…

Close your eyes for a moment. Picture yourself standing on a launchpad, twenty-five years old, heart pounding, staring up at a rocket that will carry you away from everything you’ve ever known. Earth — your home, your history, your entire species — is about to become a shrinking blue dot behind you. You have one lifetime. Maybe sixty years of conscious travel through the blackest, emptiest corridor imaginable. The question burning in your mind is deceptively simple: how far can you actually go?