“Should we go?” She jerks her eyes to me. “Already?” I laugh again, because she looks devastated. “Live on other planets, I mean?” I tell her. “Instead of fixing this one?” She turns back to the screens. “We can do both,” she replies. “But we’ll definitely have to leave. Having all our eggs in one basket here on Earth didn’t work out well for the dinosaurs, you know?” I nod. “Yeah.”
