When radio telescopes showed there was a habitable planet orbiting α Cen B, the call went out for crew to take a ship there. It would take 30 years. My brother was surprised that I didn’t jump at the chance.
“Moore’s Law,” I explained. “In ten years there’ll be a ship that can make the journey in fifteen. It’ll be first to arrive.
“_That’s_ the ship I want to be on.”