[ WP ] `` Humanity spent its childhood reaching for the sky . When they held it in their hands , they found naught but empty space . ''

James Mitchell sat in his comfortable leather chair, behind his well polished oak desk. His face bore not a look of happiness, but of disappointment. All his work, all his effort, and all of his innumerable fortune had spearheaded the front to seek out other life in this wide galaxy, all for naught. 
 
 He reached for his cigar, cut and lit, and took a long drag. The melancholy in the air was unmistakable. His adviser entered his office. 
 
 `` Sir, the reports our in, our satellites read zero for all instances of life.'' 
 
 `` What about habitable planets?'' Mitchell weezed. 
 
 `` Negative, sir.'' the adviser said. 
 
 Mitchell took another drag. He stood from his chair and proceeded to the window of his high rise office. He looked at the somber cityscape below. 
 
 `` It ca n't have been for nothing.'' he sighed. 
 
 The adviser joined him, `` Perhaps it was n't James.'' 
 
 The light in Mitchells eyes returned... `` Its ready? But I thought...'' 
 
 The adviser chimed, `` Yes, our scientists have indeed made the breakthrough. The eden project has proven successful. Mars will be ready in a mere ten years.'' 
 
 The captain of industrys drive returned, he smiled brightly, cigar still clenched between his teeth, he said with vigor, 
 
 `` If there are n't any habitable planets in this universe, THEN WE'LL MAKE'EM!'' 
 

