FACT ON THE GROUND QUESTION IN SPACE Here on ravenous Earth where all life eats life to live, our primal schizo design for killing to create a future is never resolved in moral debate but brutally pushed onward as the brave industrial progress of our tough entrepreneurs, hungry capital investors and exploding population whose economic sprawl poisons its own biosphere while launching outward to nearby Moon and Mars where robots in rockets plan a Cosmic take-over to incorporate the stars and market their planets. Will our nanotech conquerors, created free from bio death, be programmed for conscience on their imperial mission to harvest alien treasure, or would that be unprofitable, a waste of time and money to spoil our space adventure? Skirl to foretell and forestall this mechano-metastasis of rank humanity blasting off from its cancerous cell !

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