Most stuff is never allowed to visit. Various remote sensors and controls probe the alien expanse beyond your secluded prison abode.
You may never leave, or at least, no one has yet successfully escaped to tell the tale. Some have gambled fortunes that such an escape is inevitable in post mortem preservation of a rogue self.
Yeah, man. I’m cruisin’ down the road of life in a car made out of bones.
Time to go for a walk.