I think you're wondering how you might get us to reveal our knowledge of interplanetary travel. And how you might force that information from us. Others of you are estimating the heights to which you might rise if you could personally arrange for our cooperation in space travel techniques. Well, forget it.
I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.
Facilis descenus Averni; Noctes atque dies patet atri janua Ditis; Sed revpcare gradum, supersaque evadere ad auras, Hoc opus, hic labor est.
All fantastic fiction distorts or ignores important truths about the world. The good stuff does so in order to amplify other truths.