"With the Hubble telescope and all the other things that are out there, I believe something would have come through. Today, I really believe we are unique"
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There is a very 20th-century kind of faith hiding in Mark Goddard's skepticism: if the universe is loud with neighbors, our machines should have heard something by now. He invokes Hubble the way people invoke "the internet" in everyday arguments, as shorthand for modern omniscience. The subtext is less about astronomy than about trust in technological reach: we have eyes powerful enough to photograph galaxies, so surely they'd catch a sign, a signal, a ripple of company. When none arrives, the silence turns into evidence.
It also reveals a particular cultural mood shift. Mid-century pop culture - including Goddard's own sci-fi pedigree - trained audiences to expect contact: radio chatter from the stars, silver-suited visitors, cosmic traffic. This quote reads like a sober hangover after decades of speculative exuberance. The line "something would have come through" is doing emotional work; it's the language of missed calls and unanswered messages. The cosmos becomes a giant waiting room where no one ever shows.
Scientifically, the claim is shaky - Hubble isn't a SETI antenna, and "no signal" isn't "no life". But rhetorically, that's the point: Goddard isn't litigating probabilities; he's articulating a human need for closure. Declaring "we are unique" is less a triumphal chest-thump than a bid for certainty in a universe that refuses to confirm our fantasies. The bleak comfort is that loneliness, at least, can be proven by the absence of a reply.
It also reveals a particular cultural mood shift. Mid-century pop culture - including Goddard's own sci-fi pedigree - trained audiences to expect contact: radio chatter from the stars, silver-suited visitors, cosmic traffic. This quote reads like a sober hangover after decades of speculative exuberance. The line "something would have come through" is doing emotional work; it's the language of missed calls and unanswered messages. The cosmos becomes a giant waiting room where no one ever shows.
Scientifically, the claim is shaky - Hubble isn't a SETI antenna, and "no signal" isn't "no life". But rhetorically, that's the point: Goddard isn't litigating probabilities; he's articulating a human need for closure. Declaring "we are unique" is less a triumphal chest-thump than a bid for certainty in a universe that refuses to confirm our fantasies. The bleak comfort is that loneliness, at least, can be proven by the absence of a reply.
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