Hardly had man solved his basic problems on the planet of his origin, he began to fumble in space. A century had passed in the exploration of the solar system when he began to grope for stars.
And suddenly, with almost religious zeal, mankind gave birth to his fantasy dream of populating the galaxy. Never in the history of a race did ardor reach such a peak and lasted so long. The question of why, it would seem, was ignored. Millions of terrestrial planets beckoned, and desperate desperation of mankind flashed in them.
But the obstacles were frightening in scope. The planets and satellites of the Sun were relatively suitable, and those that were adapted for human life were quickly placed under his dominion. But there, of course, he had the advantage of intimacy. The time spent running back and forth to the home planet was meaningless, and all the resources of the Earth could be spent on solving every problem. ...
