Space was scary, when you thought of it; there was no air that you didn’t bring yourself, no warmth, no food, water—anything. Just a big frightening uninhabitable vacuum filled with suns and radiation and comets and asteroids and a bunch of other stuff that wanted to kill you. And that wasn’t anthropomorphizing space, either. Mother Earth may want to nurture her children, and give them everything they needed, but the universe tended to hate most beings and seek their demise. And I’d have stayed, safe in Earth’s bosom, too, if it hadn’t been for all those damned bounty hunters.