I think a 19 year old yobbo, whose dad is a successful interstellar logistics businessman, who out of a guilty conscience for never having had time for his son and having bought him an overpowered spacecraft, will either put grafitti on it or misjudge his afterburner and half burn it while trying to fly a very tight corner around it, in order to impress the 2 girls he has on board.
I’ve never thought about it this way. What a cool idea!
Someone (something?) will probably make a religion out of it. ;)
There is no destination; there is only the voyage.
There was no beginning; there is only the voyage.
In life, we voyage together, and in death we shall voyage alone.