Robots in space are magical

We spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “Is there anybody out there?” Hoping and guessing and imagining.

We, as a species, were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species. We wanted to talk to them. We wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe.

And then we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us— we got scared that we were going to blow each other up. We got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently. We got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

Then...

Then we built robots.

We gave them names. We gave them brains made out of silicon. We pretended they were people and we told them, "Hey you wanna go exploring?" And of course they did, because we had made them in our own image.

Maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more. Maybe the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead. And if other people come from the stars, we won’t be around to meet them and say, "Hi! How are you? We’re people, too! You’re not alone any more!"

Maybe we’ll be gone.

But we built robots. Robots who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names. If the other people come and say, "Who were these people? What were they like?"

The robots can say, "When they made us, they called us Discovery. They called us Curiosity. They called us Explorer. They called us Spirit. They must have thought that was important.

"And they told us to tell you hello."

And that's why our robots are amazing.