Obviously I'm relieved that we're not at war with aliens, but it's a huge disappointment that there still isn't a base on the moon. It will be the 40th anniversary of Apollo 11 on July 20th.
Even more remarkably, it is now 36 years since the last manned space mission beyond low earth orbit. Instead of boldly going, we stayed at home.
I can go without the helicars, videophones and pills instead of meals. I can even go without the women in skin-tight catsuits. However, I am very disappointed that the Space Age never really took off. The way things are going, I'll be dead before anyone lands on Mars.
Apparently we have the technology to send people to Mars, but it's doubtful whether we could bring them back alive. Stalin wouldn't have worried about that and neither should we. Why not send a mission of very old people?
Think of the benefits. A low gravity environment would provide instant relief from arthritis and rheumatism. Also, if you felt that your life had largely been an unremarkable one, here would be an opportunity to achieve last-minute fame.
This wouldn't be a suicide mission as such. The aim would always be the safe return of the geriatric astronauts, but if this high-risk mission did fail there wouldn't be the same devastating shock to morale. We could say that they'd had a good innings.
I shall be submitting this idea to NASA shortly. Remember, you heard it here first.