Your planet has a moon!
Only one, but you only need one.
It was the first evidence to your forefathers that there were other worlds.
And its constitution is such that it bears the scars of every meteor hit in it's history.
Its so pock marked that children compare it to cheese!
And it has displayed those pock marks to you every night, for thousands of years.
Like a big neon freeway billboard tracing across the sky.
And the message couldn't be clearer.
Get the fuck off that rock,
or you are going to get hit by one of these meteors that has scarred my face,
and you are all going to die!

Oh, but where should we go?
What should we do?

It turns out that there is an answer, right there in front of your face!
The next planet over!
How more obvious could this be?
It could have been a gas giant or some place with oceans of acid but no...
Its reasonable.
OK, it ain't the Palace Hotel, but its fucking reasonable!
Its a fixer upper.
Come on!
You've got to learn SOMETHING here.
You can't have everything handed to you on a silver platter.

The next step is right in front of your face.
Take the next step!

There are others.
You'll be able to see them once you get a little higher.

Eventually we're going to get a bit more subtle about this but at this stage you seem to be pretty bad about catching the drift.