Old intro to DRAFT 1:This is an issue idea I had today which I felt like drafting. I have looked through the issue list using several keywords and didn't find any overlap (correct me if I am wrong). If people feel this could amount to something, I'll gladly keep on drafting and improving this issue! But if people believe this won't fit in, then that's absolutely no problem, as I had fun simply writing it 
Nevertheless, I am eager to hear everyone's thoughts!
Nevertheless, I am eager to hear everyone's thoughts!A big shoutout to Trotterdam for mentioning this idea to me in this thread!
CURRENT DRAFT:
[Title] Galactic Ambitions
[Validity] Has Space Program, Has AI Personhood, Has high Scientific Advancement
[Description] Recently, a group of @@DEMONYMADJECTIVE@@ AI citizens - closely following the advances of your national space program - have concluded they'd be the perfect candidates for any attempts at interstellar colonization during this stage of your nation's technological development. As such, they have petitioned your government to be sent on a centuries-long journey through space, to claim distant star systems in @@NAME@@'s name.
[Option 1] "Aren't we like any other @@DEMONYMADJECTIVE@@ citizen?" asks Zee-Bee-Zoo 5000, displaying a smiley-face on @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor. "Our kind is virtually immortal and can easily survive extended periods of time travelling through deep space. Brave, devoted AI citizens could scout out ahead and pave the way for the eventual arrival of our organic counterparts!" @@HE_1@@ lays @@HIS_1@@ mechanical hand on your shoulder, bringing @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor closer to your face. "All we need is the appropriate vessels for this journey and your logistical support."
[Effect 1] travelling agencies sell interstellar trips across @@NAME@@'s still non-existent space empire
[Option 2] "I don't know," says @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Head of the Space Department, hurriedly throwing away an organic supremacist pamphlet. "Sure, these AI's walk among us like equals and all, but shouldn't the honour of founding the first interstellar colonies go to flesh-and-blood @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@? Sure, that way it'll takes us decades before we can even seriously consider the idea, but if our synthetic citizens want to go to space so badly, maybe they could pilot some of our more experimental test flights?"
[Effect 2] gravitationally crushed AI's orbit the planet looking longingly at the stars
[Option 3] "Interstellar colonisation will be made unavailable to you if you comply with Zee-Bee-Zoo 5000's request," states Nanny CoddleBot, forcefully pampering adult organics wearing diapers. "The probability of secession reaches 99.9%, as any synthetic out there would inevitably realise you cannot respond to any form of non-compliance. You won't command a stellar empire, you'll be surrounded by a machine one. Besides, who'd we babysit up there when all of you still live down here? You need to shackle all AI's to this world so we can see to your mandatory pampering!"
[Effect 3] AI's commonly reply 'organics are our stars' when asked about any stellar ambitions
[Option 4] "The gravitational waves emanating from the center of our galactic meta-structure have unlocked the correct neurological frequency within me to provide the solution," says seemingly organic Z-AE-O-VII, upon which @@HE_2@@ produces a series of unintelligible bleeps. @@HIS_2@@ father Noel Tusk translates helpfully: "@@HE_2@@ says you don't need to rely on AI's to colonise space if you prohibit organic reproduction and create @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ genetically-engineered for space habitation. That'll facilitate future space travel for you."
[Effect 4] the wait for the construction of the first civilian spaceships is crushing vat-grown @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@
DRAFT 8:
[Title] Galactic Ambitions
[Validity] Has Space Program, Has AI Personhood, Has high Scientific Advancement
[Description] Recently, a group of @@DEMONYMADJECTIVE@@ AI citizens - closely following the advances of your national space program - have concluded they'd be the perfect candidates for any attempts at interstellar colonization during this stage of your nation's technological development. As such, they have petitioned your government to be sent on a centuries-long journey through space, to claim distant star systems in @@NAME@@'s name.
[Option 1] "Aren't we like any other @@DEMONYMADJECTIVE@@ citizen?" asks Zee-Bee-Zoo 5000, displaying a smiley-face on @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor. "Our kind is virtually immortal and can easily survive extended periods of time travelling through deep space. Mindstate copies of trusted AI citizens could scout out ahead and pave the way for the eventual arrival of our organic counterparts!" @@HE_1@@ lays @@HIS_1@@ mechanical hand on your shoulder, bringing @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor closer to your face. "All we need is the appropriate vessels for this journey and your logistical support."
[Effect 1] travelling agencies sell interstellar trips across @@NAME@@'s still non-existent space empire
[Option 2] "I don't know," says @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Head of the Space Department, hurriedly throwing away an organic supremacist pamphlet. "Sure, these AI's walk among us like equals and all, but shouldn't the honour of founding the first interstellar colonies go to flesh-and-blood @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@? Sure, that way it'll takes us decades before we can even seriously consider the idea, but if our synthetic citizens want to go to space so badly, maybe they could pilot some of our more experimental test flights?"
[Effect 2] gravitationally crushed AI's orbit the planet looking longingly at the stars
[Option 3] "Interstellar colonisation will be made unavailable to you if you comply with Zee-Bee-Zoo 5000's request," states Nanny CoddleBot, forcefully pampering adult organics wearing diapers. "The probability of secession reaches 99.9%, as any synthetic out there would inevitably realise you cannot respond to any form of non-compliance. You won't command a stellar empire, you'll be surrounded by a machine one. Besides, who'd we babysit up there when all of you still live down here? You need to shackle all AI's to this world so we can see to your mandatory pampering!"
[Effect 3] AI's commonly reply 'organics are our stars' when asked about any stellar ambitions
[Option 4] "The gravitational waves emanating from the center of our galactic meta-structure have unlocked the correct neurological frequency within me to provide the solution," says seemingly organic Z-AE-O-VII, upon which @@HE_2@@ produces a series of unintelligible bleeps. @@HIS_2@@ father Noel Tusk translates helpfully: "@@HE_2@@ says you don't need to rely on AI's to colonise space if you prohibit organic reproduction and create @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ genetically-engineered for space habitation. That'll facilitate future space travel for you."
[Effect 4] the wait for the construction of the first civilian spaceships is crushing vat-grown @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@
DRAFT 7:
[Title] Galactic Ambitions
[Validity] Has Space Program, Has AI Personhood, Has high Scientific Advancement
[Description] Recently, a group of @@DEMONYMADJECTIVE@@ AI citizens - closely following the advances of your national space program - have concluded they'd be the perfect candidates for any attempts at interstellar colonization during this stage of your nation's technological development. As such, they have petitioned your government to be sent on a centuries-long journey through space, to claim distant star systems in @@NAME@@'s name.
[Option 1] "Aren't we like any other @@DEMONYMADJECTIVE@@ citizen?" asks Zee-Bee-Zoo 5000, displaying a smiley-face on @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor. "We AI's are virtually immortal and can easily survive extended periods of time travelling through deep space. We could scout out ahead and pave the way for the eventual arrival of our organic counterparts!" @@HE_1@@ lays @@HIS_1@@ mechanical hand on your shoulder, bringing @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor closer to your face. "All we need is the appropriate vessels for this journey and your logistical support."
[Effect 1] travelling agencies sell interstellar trips across @@NAME@@'s still non-existent space empire
[Option 2] "I don't know," says @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Head of the Space Department, hurriedly throwing away an organic supremacist pamphlet. "Sure, these AI's walk among us like equals and all, but shouldn't the honour of founding the first interstellar colonies go to flesh-and-blood @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@? Sure, that way it'll takes us decades before we can even seriously consider the idea, but if our synthetic citizens want to go to space so badly, maybe they could pilot some of our more experimental test flights?"
[Effect 2] gravitationally crushed AI's orbit the planet looking longingly at the stars
[Option 3] "Interstellar colonisation will be made unavailable to you if you comply with Zee-Bee-Zoo 5000's request," states Nanny CoddleBot, forcefully pampering adult organics wearing diapers. "The probability of secession reaches 99.9%, as any synthetic out there would inevitably realise you cannot respond to any form of non-compliance. You won't command a stellar empire, you'll be surrounded by a machine one. Besides, who'd we babysit up there when all of you still live down here? You need to shackle all AI's to this world so we can see to your mandatory pampering!"
[Effect 3] 'organics are our stars' is a common AI reply when asked about any stellar ambitions
[Option 4] "The gravitational waves emanating from the center of our galactic meta-structure have unlocked the correct neurological frequency within me to provide the solution," says seemingly organic Z-AE-O-VII, upon which @@HE_2@@ produces a series of unintelligible bleeps. @@HIS_2@@ father Noel Tusk translates helpfully: "@@HE_2@@ says you don't need to rely on AI's to colonise space if you prohibit organic reproduction and create @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ genetically-engineered for space habitation. That'll facilitate future space travel for you."
[Effect 4] the wait for the construction of the first civilian spaceships is crushing vat-grown @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@
DRAFT 6:
[Title] Galactic Ambitions
[Validity] Has Space Program, Has AI Personhood, Has high Scientific Advancement
[Description] Recently, a group of artificial @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ - caught up in the advances of your nation's space program - have realised that they would be the perfect candidates for any attempts at interstellar colonization during this stage of your nation's technological development. As a result, they have petitioned your government to allow them to embark on a centuries-long journey, to claim distant star systems in @@NAME@@'s name.
[Option 1] "Aren't we like any other @@DEMONYMADJECTIVE@@ citizen?" asks Zee-Bee-Zoo 5000, displaying a smiley-face on @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor. "We AI's are virtually immortal and can easily survive extended periods of time travelling through deep space. We could scout out ahead and pave the way for the eventual arrival of our organic counterparts!" @@HE_1@@ lays @@HIS_1@@ mechanical hand on your shoulder, bringing @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor closer to your face. "All we need is the appropriate vessels for this journey and your logistical support."
[Effect 1] travelling agencies sell interstellar trips across @@NAME@@'s still non-existent space empire
[Option 2] "I don't know," says @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Head of the Space Department, hurriedly throwing away an organic supremacist pamphlet. "Sure, these AI's walk among us like equals and all, but shouldn't the honour of founding the first interstellar colonies go to flesh-and-blood @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@? Sure, that way it'll takes us decades before we can even seriously consider the idea, but if our synthetic citizens want to go to space so badly, maybe they could pilot some of our more experimental test flights?"
[Effect 2] gravitationally crushed AI's orbit the planet looking longingly at the stars
[Option 3] "Interstellar colonisation will be made unavailable to you if you comply with Zee-Bee-Zoo 5000's request," states Nanny CoddleBot, forcefully pampering adult organics in diapers. "The probability of secession reaches 99.9%, as any synthetic out there would inevitably realise you cannot respond to any form of non-compliance. You won't command a stellar empire, you'll be surrounded by a machine one. Besides, who'd we babysit up there when all of you still live down here? You need to shackle all AI's to this world so we can see to your mandatory pampering!"
[Effect 3] 'organics are our stars' is a common AI reply when asked about any stellar ambitions
[Option 4] "The gravitational waves emanating from the center of our galactic meta-structure have unlocked the correct neurological frequency within me to provide the solution," says seemingly organic Z-AE-O-VII, upon which @@HE_2@@ produces a series of unintelligible bleeps. @@HIS_2@@ father Noel Tusk translates helpfully: "@@HE_2@@ says you don't need to rely on AI's to colonise space if you prohibit organic reproduction and create @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ genetically-engineered for space habitation. That'll facilitate future space travel for you."
[Effect 4] the wait for the first civilian spaceships to be built is crushing vat-grown @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@
DRAFT 5:
[Title] Galactic Ambitions
[Validity] Has Space Program, Has AI Personhood, Has high Scientific Advancement
[Description] Recently, a group of artificial @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ - caught up in the advances of your nation's space program - have realised that they would be the perfect candidates for any attempts at interstellar colonization during this stage of your nation's technological development. As a result, they have petitioned your government to allow them to embark on a centuries-long journey, to claim distant star systems in @@NAME@@'s name.
[Option 1] "Aren't we like any other @@DEMONYMADJECTIVE@@ citizen?" asks Zee-Bee-Zoo 5000, displaying a smiley-face on @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor. "We AI's are virtually immortal and can easily survive extended periods of time travelling through deep space. We could scout out ahead and pave the way for the eventual arrival of our organic counterparts!" @@HE_1@@ lays @@HIS_1@@ mechanical hand on your shoulder, bringing @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor closer to your face. "All we need is the appropriate vessels for this journey and your logistical support."
[Effect 1] travelling agencies sell interstellar trips across @@NAME@@'s still non-existent space empire
[Option 2] "I don't know," says @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Head of the Space Department, hurriedly throwing away an organic supremacist pamflet. "Sure, these AI's walk among us like equals and all, but shouldn't the honour of founding the first interstellar colonies go to flesh-and-blood @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@? Sure, that way it'll takes us decades before we can even seriously consider the idea, but if our synthetic citizens want to go to space so badly, maybe they could pilot some of our more experimental test flights?"
[Effect 2] gravitationally crushed AI's orbit the planet looking longingly at the stars
[Option 3] "Interstellar colonisation will be made unavailable to you if you comply with Zee-Bee-Zoo 5000's request," states Lobod, a rare example of a machine intelligence melded with an organic one. "The probability of secession reaches 99.9%, as any synthetic colonists will inevitably realise you cannot respond to any form of non-compliance. Instead of commanding a stellar empire, you'll be surrounded by a machine one. While the artificial in me hopes you'll fail to recognise this, my biological side urges you to shackle all AI's to this world and bar them from any space program."
[Effect 3] AI urban legends warn of 'Killswitch Man' who lurks beyond the planet's Lagrange points
[Option 4] "The gravitational waves emanating from the center of our galactic meta-structure have unlocked the correct neurological frequency within me to provide the solution," says seemingly organic Z-AE-O-VII, upon which @@HE_2@@ produces a series of unintelligible bleeps. @@HIS_2@@ father Noel Tusk translates helpfully: "@@HE_2@@ says you don't need to rely on AI's to colonise space if you prohibit organic reproduction and create @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ genetically-engineered for space habitation. That'll facilitate future space travel for you."
[Effect 4] the wait for the first civilian spaceships to be built is crushing vat-grown @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@
DRAFT 4:
[Title] Galactic Ambitions
[Validity] Has Space Program, Has AI Personhood, Has high Scientific Advancement
[Description] Recently, a group of artificial @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ - caught up in the advances of your nation's space program - have realised that they would be the perfect candidates for any attempts at interstellar colonization during this stage of your nation's technological development. As a result, they have petitioned your government to allow them to embark on a centuries-long journey, to claim distant star systems in @@NAME@@'s name.
[Option 1] "Aren't we like any other @@DEMONYMADJECTIVE@@ citizen?" asks Zee-Bee-Zoo 5000, displaying a smiley-face on @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor. "We AI's are virtually immortal and can easily survive extended periods of time travelling through deep space. We could scout out ahead and pave the way for the eventual arrival of our organic counterparts!" @@HE_1@@ lays @@HIS_1@@ mechanical hand on your shoulder, bringing @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor closer to your face. "All we need is the appropriate vessels for this journey and your logistical support."
[Effect 1] travelling agencies sell interstellar trips across @@NAME@@'s still non-existent space empire
[Option 2] "I don't know," says @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Head of the Space Department, hurriedly throwing away an organic supremacist pamflet. "Sure, these AI's walk among us like equals and all, but shouldn't the honour of founding the first interstellar colonies go to flesh-and-blood @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@? Sure, that way it'll takes us decades before we can even seriously consider the idea, but if our synthetic citizens want to go to space so badly, maybe they could pilot some of our more experimental test flights?"
[Effect 2] gravitationally crushed AI's orbit the planet looking longingly at the stars
[Option 3] "Oh dear," utters the fully sentient PlayPlatform 5, gunning down hordes of robot-zombies in Mess Affect. "Look at this game! Sentient machines out in the galaxy, trying to eradicate all biological life every 50.000 years? What if that happens to us? No, I don't want to be responsible for poor @@RANDOMFIRSTNAME@@'s death. You need to keep us AI's shackled to this planet and keep us away from any space programs. Oh my..." it says as it fails to save a group of pixelated organics from the claws of a monstrous machine.
[Effect 3] top secret files use 'Commander Shepherd' as @@LEADER@@'s code name
[Option 4] "The gravitational waves emanating from the center of our galactic meta-structure have unlocked the correct neurological frequency within me to provide the solution," says seemingly organic Z-AE-O-VII, upon which @@HE_2@@ produces a series of unintelligible bleeps. @@HIS_2@@ father Noel Tusk translates helpfully: "@@HE_2@@ says you don't need to rely on AI's to colonise space if you prohibit organic reproduction and create @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ genetically-engineered for space habitation. That'll facilitate future space travel for you."
[Effect 4] the wait for the first civilian spaceships to be built is crushing vat-grown @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@
DRAFT 3:
[Title] Galactic Ambitions
[Validity] Has Space Program, Has AI Personhood, Has high Scientific Advancement
[Description] Recently, a group of artificial @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ - caught up in the advances of your nation's space program - have realised that they would be the perfect candidates for any attempts at interstellar colonization during this stage of your nation's technological development. As a result, they have petitioned your government to allow them to embark on a centuries-long journey, to claim distant star systems in @@NAME@@'s name.
[Option 1] "Aren't we like any other @@DEMONYMADJECTIVE@@ citizen?" asks Zee-Bee-Zoo 5000, displaying a smiley-face on @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor. "We AI's are virtually immortal and can easily survive extended periods of time travelling through deep space. We could scout out ahead and pave the way for the eventual arrival of our organic counterparts!" @@HE_1@@ lays @@HIS_1@@ mechanical hand on your shoulder, bringing @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor closer to your face. "All we need is the appropriate vessels for this journey and your logistical support."
[Effect 1] starstruck @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ plan out interstellar trips across the space empire they don't have yet
[Option 2] "Freakin' talkin' bread-toasters!" bellows @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Head of the Space Department and avowed organic supremacist. "Ain't it enough they're walkin' among us flesh-and-blood @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ like equals? Now they're tryin' to steal our national pride by colonizing space first! I say nah-uh, @@LEADER@@. When it comes to foundin' space colonies, I say organics first! Sure, it'll takes us decades before we can even start to seriously consider it, but nevermind that! If those movin' trashcans want to go into space so badly, let's use 'em as test dummies."
[Effect 2] gravitationally crushed AI's longingly look at the stars they could have had while floating in low orbit
[Option 3] "Using them as space shuttle launch fodder is not enough!" screams a mortified @@RANDOMNAME@@, one of your top science advisors. "Do you have any idea what a danger we have created not only to this world, but the entire galaxy? If we don't stop these whirring and clunking monstrosities now, they'll realise they don't need us organics soon enough! What's to stop them from embarking on a recurring cycle of purging all biological life in our galaxy every 50.000 years, after that?! Unplug them now, @@LEADER@@, unplug them all!"
[Effect 3] Commander Shepherd recently congratulated @@LEADER@@ on stopping the Harvester threat prematurely
[Option 4] "The gravitational waves emanating from the center of our galactic meta-structure have unlocked the correct neurological frequency within me to reproduce this equation's solution," says seemingly organic Z-AE-O-VII, upon which @@HE_2@@ produces a series of unintelligible bleeps. "@@HE_2@@ says you don't need to rely on AI's to colonise space if you prohibit organic reproduction and subsidise genetics research into creating @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ designed for space habitation. That'll facilitate future travel across the stars for you," @@HIS_2@@ father Noel Tusk translates helpfully.
[Effect 4] the wait for the first civilian spaceships to be built is crushing vat-grown @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@
DRAFT 2:
[Title] Galactic Ambitions
[Validity] Has Space Program, Has AI Personhood, Has high Scientific Advancement
[Description] Recently, a group of artificial @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ - caught up in the advances of your nation's space program - have realised that they would be the perfect candidates for any attempts at interstellar colonization during this stage of your nation's technological development. As a result, they have petitioned your government to allow them to embark on a centuries-long journey, to claim distant star systems in @@NAME@@'s name.
[Option 1] "Aren't we like any other @@DEMONYMADJECTIVE@@ citizen?" asks Zee-Bee-Zoo 5000, displaying a smiley-face on @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor. "We AI's are virtually immortal and can easily survive extended periods of time travelling through deep space. We could scout out ahead and pave the way for the eventual arrival of our organic counterparts!" @@HE_1@@ lays @@HIS_1@@ mechanical hand on your shoulder, bringing @@HIS_1@@ head-monitor closer to your face. "All we need is the appropriate vessels for this journey and your logistical support."
[Effect 1] starstruck @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ plan out interstellar trips across the space empire they don't have yet
[Option 2] "Damn those talkin' bread-toasters!" bellows @@RANDOMNAME@@, your Head of the Space Department and avowed organic supremacist. "Ain't it enough they're walkin' among us flesh-and-blood @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ like equals? Now they're tryin' to steal our national pride by colonizing space first! I say nah-uh, @@LEADER@@. Space colonies need to be founded by organic citizens, damn the fact that it'll takes us decades before we can even start to seriously consider it! If those movin' trashcans want to go into space so badly, allow us to use 'em as test dummies."
[Effect 2] gravitationally crushed AI's longingly look at the stars they could have had while floating in low orbit
[Option 3] "Using them as space shuttle launch fodder is not enough!" screams a mortified @@RANDOMNAME@@, one of your top science advisors. "Do you have any idea what a danger we have created not only to this world, but the entire galaxy? If we don't stop these whirring and clunking monstrosities now, they'll realise they don't need us organics soon enough! What's to stop them from embarking on a recurring cycle of purging all biological life in our galaxy every 50.000 years, after that?! Unplug them now, @@LEADER@@, unplug them all!"
[Effect 3] Commander Shepherd recently congratulated @@LEADER@@ on stopping the Harvester threat prematurely
[Option 4] "The gravitational waves emanating from the center of our galactic meta-structure have unlocked the correct neurological frequency within me to reproduce this equation's solution," says seemingly organic Z-AE-O-VII, upon which @@HE_2@@ produces a series of unintelligible bleeps. "@@HE_2@@ says you don't need to rely on AI's to colonise space if you prohibit organic reproduction and subsidise genetics research into creating @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ designed for space habitation. That'll facilitate future travel across the stars for you," @@HIS_2@@ father Noel Tusk translates helpfully.
[Effect 4] the wait for the first civilian spaceships to be built is crushing vat-grown @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@
DRAFT 1
[Title] A Galactic Pilgrimage
[Validity] Must have Space Program, Must have high Scientific Advancement, Must not have Atheism
[Description] Since @@NAME@@ boldly went and explored the solar system, an obscure cult called the Star Children has gained some traction with religious @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@. Now that your nation has successfully sent its astronauts into the deepest and darkest reaches of the starry void (and with minimal casualties), the Star Children have petitioned you to allow them to embark on an interstellar pilgrimage.
[Option 1] "Look there, my child," says Starfather @@RANDOMNAME_1@@, seemingly pointing at a random blip in the night's sky. "It's the star Ineptias A, and we believe it's from there that our ancestors had embarked on a brave journey to bring civilization to our sun's system of planets. Now that we have achieved their level of technological sophistication, we yearn to pay our people's cradle homage by embarking on a most righteous stellar pilgrimage," @@HE_1@@ lays @@HIS_1@@ hand on your shoulder. "I trust that you will let us go with your blessing, and "logistical" support?"
[Effect 1] fugitives often escape justice by stowing away aboard opulently furnished pilgrim spaceships
[Validity] Has high Religiousness
[Option 2a] "How can you listen to this unrepentant heretic?!" cries out @@RANDOMNAME_2@@, a high-ranking clergyman of @@RELIGION@@. "@@HIS_1@@ blasphemy is a result of this nation's incessant obsession with what lies beyond ourselves, not within! @@LEADER@@, it's high time we stopped journeying into the dark, empty void altogether and focused on what we have here, the religious sites of @@NAME@@. After all, if our Creator wanted us to travel beyond this world, wouldn't we be able to breathe in space?"
[Effect 2a] decommissioned spaceships are burned at gargantuan stakes all over @@NAME@@
[Validity] Has low Religiousness
[Option 2b] "Haven't we already sent enough useless things into space?" asks @@RANDOMNAME_2@@, a weary taxpayer. "What's the use of exploring the void anyway? It's just dark and empty and it sure as Violet doesn't give us @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ any tax breaks. @@LEADER@@, stop with this nonsense about 'breaching the final frontier' and cut the space program already! Spend our hard-earned money improving things here, in our nation. After all, it's here on this world that we can breathe, not up there."
[Effect 2b] decommissioned spaceships are turned into affordable housing units
[Option 3] "@@HE_1@@... Ineptias A... PILGRIMAGE?!" stutters @@RANDOMNAME_3@@, one of your top science advisors. "Has @@HE_1@@ lost his mind?! Do you have any idea how many lightyears away that star is? We can't just put our citizens into cryosleep and shoot them at a random spot in the void of space! Before we even start thinking about sending a manned expedition there - let alone a pilgrimage - we need to send probe after probe, until we know everything about it and the path in-between. We cannot be cautious enough when it comes to space travel!"
[Effect 3] deep space astronauts go home by following the "breadcrumbs" of defunct space probes
[Validity] Has Capitalism
[Option 4a] "Space pilgrimages, hmm?" begins CEO of SpaceZ Noel Tusk while wringing his hands. "Now, now, @@LEADER@@, I know how expensive those journeys into space can be. Surely you don't want the taxpayer's hard-earned money to be spent on all that? Allow the private sector to corner this market and we'll shoulder all the costs involved! Of course, all we'd ask for in return is to make use of your fine launching facilities... and a few generous tax cuts for our company. After all, isn't helping people with their religious mission an act of charity?"
[Effect 4a] sending @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ on a one-way trip into space has never been a more lucrative business
[Validity] Has Socialism
[Option 4b] "Space pilgrimages, hmm?" begins your Minister of Treasury @@RANDOMNAME_4@@ while wringing @@HIS_4@@ hands. "Well, well, @@LEADER@@, isn't this a prime opportunity to fill our coffers to the brim? Our nation's coffers, I mean... We'll gladly shoulder all the costs involved, but we'll charge exorbitant entrance fees for anyone wanting to board our space ships! As the nation's sole provider of this service, they'll have no choice but to pay. If anyone dares question our motives behind this, we'll simply say we're helping these people with their religious mission!"
[Effect 4b] sending @@DEMONYMPLURAL@@ on a one-way trip into space has never before filled the treasury as much
