“Yes, 16 quintillion planets,” you’ll say. “I’ve seen a few. I’ve found the farthest reaches. I’ve walked across planets and moons, swaying vegetation and barren rock. I’ve documented and domesticated the strangest creatures and eerily familiar flora. I’ve swum to the dense core of some places and leapt great distances across others, greater than I ever could have imagined back home. I’ve found other Earths, realms so familiar to the fading memory of what I once knew that I’d swear they’re hallucinations, mirages in the middle of space’s vast depths. I’ve built bases in faraway galaxies and spent countless hours journeying among them just to see what genetic havoc I can impart with an egg sequencer. I have seen the BioShock Rapture replica. I have seen the Bacon Planet. I have seen the end.” But most of that still lies ahead for you, No Man’s Sky’s last player. Right now, though? Right now, you’re glazing over at the thought of another night of Netflix. You’re eyeing your LBJ bios with a deep sigh. You’re letting your mind wander to far off corners of the cosmos. You’re thinking it’s been a minute since you fired up the PlayStation.