Well you can’t. So get over it. But your name can, so I guess that’s some sort of distant consolation prize. One day aliens might read your confusing, uninspiring name from a microchip implanted on the next Mars rover. Exciting!
Where do I sign up!? Right here, Space Pilgrim.
I’m going. Tiffany’s going. Get on it already.
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