T-Rex: Raise your hand if you've ever wanted to live on another world!

T-Rex: This is me raising my hands! This is as high as they go!!

T-Rex: Well, SORRY EVERYONE. Lower them hands down, because it turns out that OUR generation is the one that designs the tech and builds the rockets.
Dromiceiomimus: And then our CHILDREN get to live on Mars?
T-Rex: Maybe!

Utahraptor: Nah, our children are the ones who maybe get to visit briefly.
T-Rex: But THEIR children live there?

Utahraptor: Again, no: their children get to either do terraforming to make Mars habitable, or they get to convince themselves that sending robots is just as good, and they're not missing out on anything by staying home.
T-Rex: Okay, but THEIR children get to live on Mars, yeah?

Off panel: Their children get to upload their brains into robot bodies and forever escape the trials of the flesh, yes.
T-Rex: FRIG, THAT SOUNDS GREAT
T-Rex: THIS IS ME DEFINITELY RAISING MY HANDS SLIGHTLY HIGHER THAN BEFORE