Hello everyone,

It’s been awhile since I last posted. As science fiction writers know , we are filled with melancholy, uncertain of our future. I have pondered the depths of our existence and it’s frightening, to say the least.

Tell me :

Have you ever looked up at the night sky and felt a sense of both wonder and immense loneliness? I was just having a chat about this, and it brought up some of the most profound questions we can ask ourselves.

The universe is so vast, so incredibly old, and yet, as far as we can tell, we haven’t found any other signs of intelligent life. It’s a concept that feels both humbling and a little bit sad. We’re on this planet, in a solar system, in a galaxy that’s traveling at an unbelievable speed—and still, silence. The sheer distance between stars and galaxies is so great that it’s entirely possible other civilizations existed or exist, but their timelines are so far removed from ours that we may never cross paths. It’s a tragic kind of isolation.

This is the kind of thought that fuels science fiction, and it’s something I’ve explored in my book, Guardians of Humanity. The hope is that we aren’t the first, and that one day, we might find a way to connect. Maybe AI will help us solve the puzzle of interstellar travel, perhaps unlocking the secrets of structured wormholes to open new cosmic doors.

The thought that we might be the very first intelligent species since the Big Bang is also a possibility. If that’s the case, it places an incredible responsibility on our shoulders to protect and grow our civilization.

What are your thoughts? Do you believe we are alone in the universe, or is there something else out there just waiting to be discovered? Share your feelings and ideas in the comments below.

Bari Marcus Anthony