Imagine you are a 13 year old over achieving shit head student and one day your favourite science teacher doesn't show up to class for a few days, and when next you see him he looks like he's aged 5 years and hasn't slept that entire time.
And then half way though class he looks sick and leaves and the next time you hear about him (a few years later), he's been sent to fucking SPACE to try and save the world
And you don't hear shit about him until you're in like. Your late 20s. You've long since forgotten about the whole thing except as a vague idea that exists in everyone's minds now as the world steadily gets worse. Everyone has resigned themselves to the fact that they probably won't live past 50.
And then one day, the beetles return and its all over the news that your dorky science teacher from Middle school has:
A) found something to eat the sun-eating algae that's been causing the apocalypse for about 17 years now
B) engineered it to survive on venus
C) discovered intelligent alien life
D) sent a TON of information including some of the language back
E) and could have made it home but decided to go BACK and sacrifice his life to save a WHOLE ALIEN PLANET WE DIDNT KNOW HAD LIFE ON UNTIL THIS WEEK
and you just have to go about your life with this knowledge. Your dorky middle school teacher is a world hero. He chose alien life over returning to earth and his own life. Aliens are real. What the fuck
