Neither you nor I have the means to send our personal cars into space. We do not have the means to send anything into space. When Muskton, Mars is open, none of us are getting in. Musk, though, will be living a perfectly Jetson-lifestyle, complete with two-hour work week, and robot maid. The majority of us will work longer, harder, and for less, while a privileged few build fencing around the final frontier--that formerly forever-free expanse--and call it their backyard. Our shared human heritage is not the earth, but what has always been beyond it, and Musk wants to take that from you, and sell it to the highest bidder.