Space: The Final Frontier. Exploring space developments and theorizing about how humans fit into the universe.
Us Among the Stars
Angelica, I’ve thought so many times about how different my life would be if you’d died just two hours earlier. If you died in our mother’s womb, you’d be something other than my dead sister. You’d be an almost, a never-born, a near-sibling.
“What type of situation is this?” My eyes shake, looking at a tall blonde woman in a pink lab coat and white heels who has mysteriously appeared in my room. The blonde smirks snapping her fingers as two masked men appear with a large metal cart throwing me inside and sealing it shut. “Let me out!” I scream, though deep down, I knew it was all in vain. There would be no reason for my captors to take pity on me.
2085/1/1 [Day 1 of Expedition Omega] Payload: 0 tons steel, 0 tons scrap electronics I cannot contain my excitement. As I write this I am in my bunk onboard W.U. Skimmer, a satellite whose purpose is to use cutting edge technology to recycle debris that was left over after the first Space Corp. race. There is valuable scrap out there just waiting to be mined, and I feel lucky. I barely made it on the roster for this expedition. There were a lot of qualified candidates, but Captain Devereux took a quiet interest in me. In the expedition briefing I got the impression that he chose me because he saw some potential.
Intertwined: The Past. The Present. The Future
What can you say about human life. It is the year 2021. Wars seem to be fought on the cyberspace. The race for control over the vacuum of space begins for human beings. while other civilizations outside of this earth, outside of this system of planets; have managed to control and manipulate matter and anti-matter combined. There is no telling what forces out there exist. And the history of time has been a blur..... till now.
Space Debris: A Worsening Problem
Ever since satellites have been launched in outer space, both opportunities and risks have increased in the various earth orbits. For more than 50 years, more than 5000 rockets have been launched carrying multiple space objects, mainly satellites into orbit. Today most of these objects are either turned backed to earth or continue to revolve in earth orbits, ultimately increasing the risks for existing and future space infrastructure in low earth- (LEO), medium earth- (MEO), and geosynchronous earth (GEO) orbits.
Meeting on Planet Sonder
Nitre received his new lead list, powered up the work provided Erotic Dungeon 2000 and began his crusade. Sure he inherited the oldest version, but that did not reflect any sales status.
Sa’li had been alone for two weeks now. The near barren rock where she was stranded had almost no traffic. And what there was, she couldn’t afford a charter, even if she was near port. The moon was smaller than her homeworld back starward. The gravity still made her uneasy. She tripped over a crack in the carved stone of the ground and lofted into a nearby wall before stumbling to her feet. The air glistened with the silicate dust she had kicked up. An incomprehensibly geometric flow of stars illuminated by the long evening sun stormed from where her hand landed on the wall.
Riley found the body heading home from the desalination plant. Denim-clad legs jutted into the path from behind the crumbling block of the twenty-first century building the plant workers used as a makeshift bar. The harsh rays of daylight ensured no one was around but her. Most people on Earth didn’t have her tolerance for solar radiation. Riley, however, had spent the first eight years of her life in space—born during her dad’s ten-year rotation on a space station. There hadn’t been any ozone to shield her from radiation exposure there.
I. The first sign of intelligent life has an afro. Her clothing is made from water, rock and sand. I landed the ICP. Stella, my orange ragdoll, meowed. We stared at her and she at us. Within and without time.
When Glenn became first American to orbit the Earth
A week ago today it was the 59th anniversary of John Glenn becoming the first American to orbit the Earth, circling it three times during a five-hour mission, almost a year after Soviet cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin had become the first man in space and the first to orbit the earth.
The Long Passage
As far as prisons go, it isn’t a bad one. But that’s the thing, prisons have a way of glorifying the mundane. The greatest smoke you’ll ever have won’t be of the finest tobacco, blended and rolled to perfection. No, it’ll be the one desperation calls for. She’ll have you on your knees, cut off from tasting her sweet lips. Then, and only then, when you’d do anything for even a smell of her skin, she’ll allow you to have your way with her. It’s short-lived, however. The moment is over as soon as it starts, leaving the empty, lonely gap between where you are and where you want to be, wider.
A Fall Through the Atmosphere
News filtered through around 3 a.m. on the Mess Hall radio in garbled fragments, though between thick static and the lashing of the rain on deck above, much had been lost. The few words clear enough to discern pointed towards some disaster overhead.