Maybe the next batch of ships will find a thriving colony or maybe just "CROATOAN" hacked into a rock, but the die is darned well cast:
I will be of retirement age when they leave and I'm too set in my ways to go. But at least I've seen this day, and may yet see them depart.
(My own streak of the contrary whispers, "Remember Kornbluth's The Rocket of 1955." O perfidious doubt, silence!)
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