Think about this.
Let’s say the program to get to Mars is a rousing success. We have developed a largely self-sufficient colony of, say, 25,000 people and have started to terraform larger areas. We’ve succeeded beyond anyone’s wildest dreams.
What have we achieved? Humans have a place to live? All that energy is being spent on giving humans a place to live? Don’t we already have one of those?
Could it possibly be “better” than Earth? Probably not. If you are the sort of person who gets the opportunity to go to Mars, the earth is already treating you pretty well. And there are obvious problems with taking the world’s poor and shipping them off to Mars. Being a “pioneer” may be attractive in theory, but how many of you really want to be farmers? That’s why people need new lands- so they have access to more farmland. If you are not interested in a homestead in Alaska or Zambia, why do you think you’d be happier with a homestead on Mars?
In any case, humans are great at filling up spaces. Even if we got a perfect planet up and running, in no time at all it would be crowded and full of population pressures, just like Earth. And we’d have gained what, exactly?
And that is in the best case. The most likely situation is that we have an expensive and difficult to maintain base up there for a while until everyone loses interest, like the ISS.
What? The environment is not my “hobbyhorse” at all- I’m the one who is always railing about malaria eradication. My comment wasn’t about that at all, I simply mean that we already have a perfectly good planet that is great at supporting humans, and I’m not sure why we’d want to them go to a planet that sucks at supporting humans.
If I were a child born on a Mars colony, I’d be pissed off. I’m on a barren, hostile rock that will only grudgingly support me with the help of extreme interventions. And yet I know there is a place out there where humans can happily lounge in their shirtsleeves, eating the fruits that fall off the trees and the fish that leap out of the seas. Imagine an entire planet that requires next to no interventions to live in many areas, and minimal ones (an overcoat, a house, a fire in the fireplace) in others. It’s a place where humans can roam freely, without fear, and make homes and families that could, theoretically, thrive off of not much more than what they have on their land.
I’d be pissed off to be cut off from 10,000 years of human history, from the San cave paintings to the Cathedral of Notre Dame. More excruciatingly, I’d be pissed off to be cut off from the beauty of human diversity. I wouldn’t be able to visit an Indian temple and hear the tinkle of ankle bells and the scent of jasmine. I wouldn’t be able to cross the Sahara with Tauregs. I wouldn’t get to share a bowl of noodles with newfound friends in Shanghai. In exchange for this, I’d have what? Vast, empty, probably hostile and unlivable spaces?
I’d be with a limited, carefully vetted group, that are there for a specific purpose. I’d only ever have the chance to see a small slice of humanity. I’d only hear a handful of languages- probably not a lot of speakers of Tibetan or Daba or Setswana out there. I’d only read about the fullness of humanity in books.
And if I ever wanted to go back to the world that I was made for, the world that my entire history is on, I’d have to choose a decade of my life to give up. Which decade would you choose? Your 20s? Your 40s?
And this is the best case scenario. It seems worse that pointless, it seems outright cruel.