If I was young today, I would work in the space industry.
For decades, Western pop culture has framed orbit as either apocalypse backdrop or billionaire playground.
That steady drip of doom is a mind-virus. It turns curiosity into paralysis.
Kids don’t just worry about climate change; they fear it.
They don’t just dislike fossil fuels; they dream of smashing the grid instead of re-engineering it.
Activists scoop them up when engineering schools should. If you don't believe in the future you won't invest in it.
Space is harsh, airless, and filled with opportunity.
Launch costs are collapsing; a reusable highway to orbit is taking shape, and with it whole industries.
Commercial stations are queued to succeed the ISS, Varda is already flying factory cargo home from orbit, and we will still be putting permanent settling on the Moon.
Generation Alpha won’t just stream the countdown of yet another SpaceX chopstick event.
They’ll clock in above the Kármán line. So if you’re choosing a major, or mentoring someone who is, remember: the help-wanted signs are already blinking in orbit.
Look up!