At the heart of much speculative fiction (and fiction in general) is a question. What if? On Tuesdays I like to throw one out there and see what you make of it. Do with it as you please. If a for-instance is not specified, feel free to interpret that instance as you wish. And if you find this becomes a novel-length answer, I'd appreciate a thank you in the acknowledgements ;)
My "what if?" from two weeks ago garnered this interesting response from Bookworm:
I am cynical enough to believe we will never find any intelligent life (or their probes, or anything else). I fear all intelligent races end up destroying themselves before they can leave their home solar systems. Just like we might just well do.And then I saw this tweet...
The two ideas combined in my brain, and this is what came out of it...This is the alternate universe other universes warn their kids about.— God (@TheTweetOfGod) September 26, 2017
What if "intelligent life" is doomed to anniliate itself? What if the reason we haven't encountered a space faring race is because no race has ever managed to evolve that far?