Could be.

I’d like to be around. When we start colonizing Mars. I have a hunch. That it’ll be in air-conditioned underground hovels. From which we emerge. In fancy space suits.  Also. Could be. That when we die. And become spirits. We have the capability. Of drifting off to other planets. Without taking the usual safety precautions. Of protecting our bothersome physicality. --Jim Broede