It was disheartening, but at least the simple life proved existence could be born from planets other than the Homeworld. Perhaps one day there'd be a signal, a message, a ship, something. Maybe she was just fooling herself, but in a way, Maia found that her job gave her an odd sense of purpose. If it was all for naught, at least the messages she sent out may be discovered by other humans, farther in the future. At least if humanity ever died off, any civilizations billions of years from now may find the artifacts they sent, so they might be remembered and known. It gave her a different perspective. She didn't have to leave Homeworld like so many others did, she could stay right here and explore in her own way, especially with her body beginning to fail her.