Which is why we shouldn’t go to Mars. We have plenty of methane to last several lifetimes right here on Earth. We don’t have to travel halfway across the universe only to end up with an entire planet of flatulent bovine. Or, worse, flatulent Martians.

But, then, once we go to the fiery planet, I’ll want to go, too. Because in the end, no matter how you cut it, you can’t stop progress.