Which goes swell, until you realize that you are instead dealing with an ever complex and gnawing realization you can barely quantify as existential dread in light of the remarkably complex yet dangerous capabilities found in every human present and yet to be conceived on this suddenly constricting mortal plane, exceeded only by the sheer number of permutations which you generously call ‘best case scenarios’ that result in an irrevocable destructive spiral on the fragile biome only loosely labeled by you as “third rock from the sun”.
Zone of the Enders had a touching anime series about a widowed space truck driver whom stumbles upon a sentient orbital frame which he considers his surrogate daughter as he attempts to become a better father and reconnect with his grown kids, amidst an inter-system civil war.
And I’m kinda sure it’s cannon.
No, I am not making this up.