As we refine our 3-D copiers to create trachea's and urinary tracts, and as a species contemplate our future without the local Sun, it's easy for me to see us reducing life forms to their DNA and carting the whole shebang off to a new planet, and even easier to consider the fact that most mythology consists of some God magically producing life forms in "six something or others, like days or centuries or millennia" before He took a break, as very possibly not being the first time we did it.
We have come up, in the process of trying to annihilate each other, with war toys enough to put us in the catbird's seat, when it comes to arguing with Armageddon, which is exactly what we're doing now, only NASA isn't the headline grabber it might be. Without this questionable past, we could not even consider how to grapple with incoming balls of fire and ice from the beyond; so in my estimation, we are Mother Nature's Grunts, the Saviors here, bound -- by our swollen cerebrums and very fashionable thumbs-- to be the default creature to take on the task of saving, first the planet from incoming Space debris, and later to do just what the article suggests: first find a planet, next seed it with the appropriate microbes, seeds, critters, and finally when the Garden is done, ourselves. I'm just hoping they'll leave out the mosquitoes! The prophets were mostly astronomers and saw this coming.
This scenario makes the historically worst of us, the vengeful but creative warriors, from the first catapult to he atomic bomb, the actual Good Guys, in the Real Agenda, about which we have little to say, except that if we fail, nothing else much matters, the irony of which I find most fascinating. And if we succeed, when we knock that first asteroid off course, it will be an Aha! moment to outshine all others, as we look back at our seemingly reckless behavior and realize it was not our own doing, because we are on a Holy Mission to create "Life everlasting, Amen!"