You fight me because you believe in protecting the lives of all. But have you considered what those lives are doing to the universe? What happens when there are too many mouths and not enough to feed them? Too many bodies and not enough space to house them? I’ve seen it—worlds torn apart by their own prosperity, life flourishing unchecked until it consumes itself. I know what it’s like to lose. To feel so desperately that you’re right, yet to fail all the same. I once lived on a world much...