So the G20 has finally done it. They have signed a treaty on space resource rights, carving up the Red Planet like a Victorian gentleman dividing his spoils after a particularly fruitful colonial expedition. The Mars Treaty, they call it.

A grand name for a document that reeks of the same hubris that sank the Titanic and toppled the Roman Empire. One cannot help but smirk at the irony: as our own planet groans under the weight of climate catastrophe and political decay, we look to Mars as our salvation. Yet the treaty is not about science or exploration.

It is about property. About who gets to mine the minerals, who gets to claim the water, who gets to plant their flag first. It is the Space Race reborn, but with a distinctly modern twist: now the prize is not national pride, but corporate profit.

The parallels to the 1884 Berlin Conference, where European powers carved up Africa without a thought for its inhabitants, are too obvious to ignore. Then, it was ivory and rubber. Now, it is lithium and rare earths.

The script is the same; only the stage has changed. Intellectual decadence has never been more apparent. We have convinced ourselves that our technology is so advanced, our diplomacy so refined, that we can avoid the mistakes of the past.

But the treaty is a monument to our delusion. It enshrines the very principles of extraction and exploitation that have brought us to the brink. And where is the global south in all this?

The nations that will be left behind, watching from Earth as the rich countries and their corporations hoard the heavens. The treaty does not address the fundamental questions: who speaks for Mars? Who protects the rights of future generations, of the unborn Martians who will inherit our mess?

The answer, as always, is no one. We are too busy patting ourselves on the back, celebrating a treaty that is less a solution and more an invitation to chaos. We call it the Mars Treaty, but we should call it what it is: the Second Scramble for the Stars.

And like the first, it will end in tears. But then, that is the way of empires. They always believe they are the exception.