Right now, space travel is a luxury for about 0.0001% of the population. If you’re reading this in your pajamas, your odds are roughly equal to winning the lottery twice in a row—and then getting struck by lightning.
But here’s the hopeful part: prices are dropping. In the 1960s, the Apollo program cost billions per seat. Now, we’re down to millions. In ten years? Maybe $50,000. In twenty? A family vacation. Tech gets cheaper when you don’t have to reinvent the toilet.
So, tell your nephew Leo to keep saving his tooth fairy money. Maybe by the time he’s an adult, a ticket to the moon will cost the same as a used car. And by then, maybe they’ll serve better snacks up there. One can dream—for free.
