 What is one potential moral of this story?
CAPTAIN CHAOS By D. ALLEN MORRISSEY Science equipped David Corbin with borrowed time; sent him winging out in a state of suspension to future centuries ... to a dark blue world whose only defense was to seal tight the prying minds of foolish interlopers. [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Planet Stories November 1952. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] There were round dials set in a row above a speaker. The curve met another straight bulkhead on the left. The mesh-covered hole and the two lights looked like a caricature of a face, set in a panel of dials. I reached down to the tightness that held my body, found the wide strap that held me and fumbled with the buckle. How do you describe being weightless when you are born into a world bound by gravity. There was no sensation of place, no feeling of up or down, no direction. That I was floating in a room that had a curved wall ... that nothing was right in this hostile room? "My name ... my name is...." I reasoned it was there to propel yourself through the passageway in this weightless atmosphere. I will always remember the scream of terror, the paralyzing fright of what I saw through the portholes in the wall of the room. After the first shock of looking out, I accepted the fact that I was in a space ship, yet I couldn't read the maps that were fastened to a table, nor understand the function or design of the compact machinery. Now it must tell me why I didn't. It must tell me.... It was the only thing I saw that could help me, guard me against another shock like seeing outside of the clear portholes. The first swung back to reveal a deep closet holding five bulky suits. The eyelid remained open until I closed it and went on. Everything lay in readiness, fastened down star charts, instruments, glittering equipment. It waited for human hands to make it operate. I went past the room into another, where the curves were more sharp. This room was filled with equipment that formed a room out of the bordered area I stood in. I sat in the deep chair facing the panel of dials and instruments, in easy reach. The ports on the side were shielded and I stared out at static energy, hung motionless in a world of searing light. What speeds and perhaps, what distance? They stood for anything I might guess, and something kept pricking my mind, telling me I had no time to guess.
 Working together as a team and having hope can lead to more effective results.
 Trying to find more habitable planets is a pointless endeavor.  Working together as a team and having hope can lead to more effective results.  Taking drastic actions without thinking them through is very risky.  It's best to trust your instincts and to not trust the technology around you.