The play "Alpha Centauri" speaks about those who are usually left out of history. About those whose biographies are hidden in shame, whose uncomfortable fates are met with awkward silence. As we look deeper into the darkness of history, we begin to see them — the silhouettes of the defeated, of those who failed, who didn’t make it. Those who fell behind or were sacrificed for someone else’s victory.
Is there a place in the present for those who ended up in the wrong place, for those whom time has erased, silenced, stripped of their dreams and voices? And how does this eternal glorification — be it of war or space exploration — shape our current political consciousness?