How disappointing if I shuffle off this mortal coil before intelligent life is discovered in the universe.

Present company excepted, of course.

Little Hawk, I fear there are no ruins on Mars or Men in the Moon. But even more I fear that there is life out there, but we're too fucked up to reach it.

If you took the all the bodies of all those slaughtered in the name of fanaticism, religious or otherwise, in the twentieth century and layed them end to end the bloody chain would reach the moons of Jupiter and beyond. IMAGINE.