Human self-importance.

We think we’re magic, despite the fact we aren’t built for high g dogfights at all.

Kind of the same reason us being space colonizers is a pipe dream at this stage in our civilization. We can get a dozen highly trained peak human specimens to grow potatoes on Mars as a symbol, and I’m all for that, but not regular people. One mistake everybody dead, one cabin fever victim in the right position everybody dead. We literally can’t even care for the almost infinitely forgiving habitat we evolved out of that’s perfectly suited to our biology, and all that would require is stop actively, recklessly fucking it up.

I, for one, love that the physical reality is of course immune to human’s con man fuckery and can’t be bribed, threatened, blackmailed, assassinated, dissappeared, or otherwise coerced by humans, despite humans trying as if this was just another human on human problem that could be “solved” with snake oil propaganda, as we do with so many humanitarian crises we simply convince ourselves aren’t. Visit your local tent city if you need clarification.

The physics are determinate, the inevitable reaction to our careless, kick the can down the road actions. All we keep learning is that we keep underestimating those consequences. The bill comes due, always.