I want to go to space, I want to be where it's mute. I don't think there'll be vampires among the reddened Mars craters and violent sun-bursts, the orange and red plasma showers and little gray aliens running around and collecting umbrella spores. I would like to live next to a glowing and radioactive lake of dewy pulp, watch the asteroids rain down on the quiet, yellow dust, and sink slowly into the hot, burning sand.