Orbital Space Craft Launch Efficiency

In the future many folks will want to go up into space as tourists. Recently Space Ship One won the ten million dollar cash prize for the first private space craft to leave the Earth’s Atmosphere to the edge of space, safely and reliably. Since then over 30,000 folks have put their names on a waiting list with deposit check to go into space as tourists. Thus our space tourist industry is born. Now the entrepreneurs are talking about building a four passenger craft to take up three people at a time.

NASA is funding seed money to assist in the privatization and commercialization of space with 500 million to assist private companies in building an orbital spacecraft. In fact there are many concepts on the drawing table now. I propose using the DARPA giant blimp Walrus concept to take these orbital space craft up as high as 50,000 feet and then launch the private orbital space craft concepts who want to have a go it from altitude, thus improving safety, payload and fuel economy.

By assisting private industry in this way, we can help jump start the orbital spacecraft research and innovation. This will bring more players to the table and increase competition to build the best and most efficient spacecraft in the spirit of competition, which is the hallmark of American ingenuity. We can do this, so think on it in 2006.

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Los Andes Space Observatory (Part II ((to 'Project: Space Tomb'))

[July 16, 2126 AD] The engineering of the Space Tomb was simple, it was like a comet, it drew its energy from the sun, and the Tomb gave energy to its occupants. It had a cooling system, and when farthest away from a star or sun it—when it got coldest—as space can be 250 Fahrenheit, below zero—(and so their Thermometer read), there was always enough energy locked into its system to carry on until it needed to gather up more of a supply at its next destination; and hibernation for the crew members was always a way of conserving energy, thus the two astronauts would go into such a state. And unless disturbed by some kind of turbulence, the inertia, or state of the capsule, and the condition of the astronauts inside it, remained in a reposed arrangement, until woken up at its next destination; woken up only if disturbed because of a disturbance. But most often they never knew they where traveling in space, for there was no obstacles blocking their vessel’s path, it was just a dark, cold endless, tireless, ongoing ocean of nothing (space), until they looked out a window and saw they were getting closer to something, an object, a planet, light, a passing comet, or asteroid field.

The scientists from earth had deciphered the lettering on the space craft, they once called the Space Tomb, before they destroyed it; it was called Cibara—#7, they were not sure what that was, but their best guess was their right guess, it was another planet, in another solar system; or at least Tom Macare, came to that conclusion, and his boss Toño, who worked at the Los Andes Space Observatory [Peruvian]. A few months after the United States Military Comet-Probe, destroyed the Space Tomb with a small nuclear blast, this discover was brought out in the scientist journals by Tom and Toño (their assistant, Milan Thomas ((English)) had quite because of the destructive way the military had acted with the Space Tomb).

Northwest Side of the Moon

International-NASA (now owned by the United Nations), had allowed another space exhibition, journey that is, from the University of Minnesota, for the purpose of younger students to study the physical structure [geological studies] of the moon; wherein, they would provide all information to them upon their return, before releasing it to the University for others to study. It would be a four hour flight to the moon, and the astronauts would have to be put into a state of relaxation, called the ‘repose state’ where the body functions normally, according to the body needs and not according to the elements of the environment.

At present, the International Space Station was but 100,000-miles from the earth with scientists from Russia, England and France along with Americans; and the Hobble Space Telescope III, was 43,000-miles from that. The moon, being about 110,000-miles from the Telescope; all was in place when their space craft left the Florida coast, and the space telescope from the Los Andes Observatory along with the Hobble III, followed their movements. It was routine for the most part; yet it no expeditions were allowed for a year because of the nuclear blast being so close to the moon, they wanted to test the molecular debris around the Moon, and within a 2000-mile radius from the moon to space. Thus, the clear sign was given.

—At this time, Tom Macare and Toño positioned their telescope back onto the moon, knowing where they were going to land they scanned the area. They did not know the two surviving Cibaralites were alive and well on the opposite side of the moon, the northwest side. They had survived the blast, and the ongoing elements of the moon, with its freezing temperatures and so forth. They had journeyed to what was known as Mare Imbrium (a Mare being like a dried up sea for the most part), not far from them was where Apollo 15 had landed years prior to this, now ancient history of course. Consequently, they crossed over to Stadius, otherwise known as the Ghost Crater. Here, they found, in-between fissures towards the bottom of the crater, a home like cave, wherein they made their home for a year. They had plugged their bodies into their shell like apparatuses that they used to descend to the moon from their spacecraft; this cave allowed them to have these devises grounded into the walls of the crater, where the machine could extract the vital oils and resources their bodies needed to survive, and transform them into matter their body could use for nourishment. To the southwest of them was Mare Humorum, and to the north, Copernicus.

By some kind of second insight, they knew the spacecraft from earth, to the moon had taken off with Doctor Peter Leaky, and his two students, Hans Bosbash, from Frankfurt, Germany, and Luiz Colitt, from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. The doctor, fifty-seven years old, was married, with no children, and the two students, both 26-years old, were not married. By the time the expedition had landed with their space unit, and spacesuits on the moon, on the eastside of the moon, nearby where Apollo 11, historical landing, the two stranded astronauts from the Space Tomb, were watching the three earthlings gathering rocks and testing them, some three hundred-yards from their craft.

As the two closed in on the space unit, they were not noticed at all, therefore, they crept into the unit unseen. The two worked as a team, the female seemingly quicker with figuring out how the mechanics of the space unit worked, and how to operate it manually. The husband, or male astronaut, looked about, and then caught the eyes of Hans. Hans wiped his eyes quickly, to see if what he was seeing was really what he was seeing; and the two ducked down, but again, it seemed the two Cibaralites did not panic, as if they knew by instinct the three was not coming. Matter-of-fact, Hans mentioned it to the Doctor, in a passing sort of way, and all three looked at the unit gracefully, but came to the no conclusion, and accepted it as a mirage; for they all went back to working; which they would regret in a moments time, for no longer had they turned their heads back to the scientific investigations they were doing, when the space unit started ascending.

(Let me leap back to the Ghost Crater a moment, before all this too place.)—During this time period, Tom had seen the Cibaralites crossing over like deer, leaping from one spot to the next, in northwestern part of the Moon, by Stadius, to the eastern part, but he said nothing; not even to Toño who was sleeping. He had made a mistake a year ago, and he was not going to do another. It was—he felt—the fate of the earthlings, or astronauts, as it was the fate of the Cibaralites a year ago. Thus, where does one step into preserving the other? But the second thought on his mind was, ‘…where was their next destination?’ As the two leaped from spot to spot, they both carried their shell like devises with them, the ones that kept them alive for over a year on the Moon, and the ones that they had descended to the Moon in from their spacecraft, so dubbed the Tomb by earths scientists.

It is a sad tale, but I must finish it. Once they reached the International Space Vessel, again it was not long for the female to figure out the operational expertise of the space vessel, and relay it to her mate. And within minutes they were space bound. And the three astronauts were left on the moon with an hour’s air; and the two inside the space vessel, turned off all communications with Florida and Huston, within their craft automatically turned off all communications with the stranded astronauts.

Destination Sedna

Sedna/by Pluto and Beyond

Doctor Macare looked at his monitoring screen pertaining to the international vessel, and across its computer read: “Sedna, Sedna, Sedna…and then, Cibara, Cibara…” as if the Cibaralites new what he wanted to know, which was his pay for silence I suppose. Then the screen went blank. Tom and Toño, already knew where Sedna was, it ranged between 450 to 1000-million miles from earth during its orbit; it was a brown asteroid looking orb, two thirds the size of Planet Pluto, and that is was in the direction they were headed. He was then wondering: perhaps Pluto, Sedna and Cibara were all by one another, and Sedna crossed over into another solar system, where Cibara was.

Anything was possible at this point. Then as the computer had went black, at that moment Toño woke up looked towards Tom and the blank computer, asked, “Amigo, what has happened?”

Dennis Siluk is the author of some 30-books; 425-articles, some 125-short stories and 760-poems; he lives in Minnesota and Peru, his most recent book, "Spell of the Andes," is at your internet books stores now http://www.bn.com and http://www.amazon.com

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Transformation (A True Story of a Spacecraft)

It was back in 1963, or ’64, when my brother and I were up by Rice School had left his presence for a spell, and went over by the small grocery store, when I returned, my brother was staring, looking up into the sky. He’s about six foot one, I’m about five foot eight inches tall. I was at that time slim and muscular, my brother, somewhat, pleasingly plump. He said, “You know what I saw Lee?” And I said of course, “No, what?”

“You won’t believe me,” Mick commented.

“Try me, “I responded. And here is what he said: “I just saw a round space craft, it was held still in the atmosphere (he is at this time sixteen years old, I am fourteen),” then he sucked in his breath as if to let it all out at once and said, “It lit up, like the moon, light all around it,” and he looked about to see if he could find the craft or perhaps its silhouette, “It was descending, closer me, and then you showed up.”

Back in the ‘60s we young folk were doing many things, but our neighborhood was not into all those drugs, if I recall right, although who knows, but somehow I do feel his story was creditable. Now for another story which somehow I feel links into this one.

Transformation

Sid and Me

I knew the fellow, we went to school together, but he never wanted to go, he just would come and pick me up at the edge of the street that led into the school, and he’d take me off and we’d get drunk, and pick up girls. I was seventeen at the time, and he was nineteen. He always seemed older to me, I mean, as if he had the wisdom or insight, or foresight, whatever you are suppose to have in your later years (perhaps fifties), he had at nineteen years old, no questions asked, he did, simple as that. His first name was Sid, I will not tell you his last name, because he has passed on, some years ago, many years ago, to be truthful.

Here is the story he told me:

“I was walking, just walking, that’s all, and believe it or not, a spacecraft was following me. Yes, I said a spacecraft. Perhaps other folks saw it, or thought they saw it, because it was there, and gone as fast as a clap of an eye. But I saw it. I was…( he hesitates) you won’t believe this, but its true, I was 59-years old at the time this took place, I looked back then, as if I was sixteen or seventeen, yes, I proclaim to be nineteen now, but I’m really much older, if I told you, it would be hard to absorb. Anyhow, I was walking, and I saw this young boy, he was handsome, very good looking, built like you, several years ago, and it stayed in my head, and as the ship followed me, for the few minutes, it seemed to be extracting information from and of my thinking, thinking I say, of and at the moment. Even though I was spellbound of this spacecraft, I was thinking nonetheless, it was perhaps a delusion, illusion, something of that matter. And the boy came back into my mind.

“Well, as I turned the corner to walk a little further, I saw three lovely, shapely girls, in bikinis, lovely as three smooth looking sunflowers, and it was of course summer, and Elvis was of course popular and they were playing one of his records, in the backyard by their pool, resting on towels (this was of course in Minnesota). One of the girls, a blond, with shapely legs, and just the right curves, like a hard pear, she looked at me looking, and smiled, and went back to her friends. A black girl was there, and she turned around, she looked more Spanish Black, than black-black, and she also had a great pear shape as she twisted around to see what the blond was looking at, and there was a third girl, who paid no attention to me at all.

I turned around and walked away, I am old man, or at least getting old you know (so I told myself at that time), I was at that time, and I’m several years older now of course. But what took place in the following hour or so was amazing. I walked over to Como Park, it was but a few blocks away, there the lake was, and so I simply leaned against a tree, again I saw the disc, the sphere, spacecraft, it read my thinking process again. And this time there was some wishful thinking going on in my head. Here is what took place:

‘[the Voice said:] undress, standstill, and we will remold you, it is called a transformation, and you will look similar to that young boy….’ And I did what the voice said, and my body got red hot, something from the ship was hitting me. I couldn’t´ move if I wanted to. Then my skin bubbled, and I heard the voice again say “ ‘Close your eyes’ and I did. And my skin got numb, and hot, and needle like pricks went through the skin, and a crust, like a casing came over me, except the inner eye sockets. And then I heard the voice again, “Jump into the water and wash yourself, we shall monitor you, see how you are doing with your new transformation.” The voice was more an echo through a machine it sounded like.

“I did wash myself, and when I came out from the lake, a few folks got mule-eyed at me, and turned their heads. But I put my cloths on quickly, went to the bathroom at the pavilion, by the lake, and to my amazement, I was that boy I saw, almost perfect, so my reflection showed in the mirrors of the bathroom. Then I heard the voice again say, “You will be old inside, but new on the outside.” And as I looked at myself in the mirror a second time, I couldn’t believe my eyes yet. I was that boy.

“I went back to that place where those girls were, and the one blond fancied me, and that was the beginning of different life for me. She was of course, forth some years younger than I, and my voice was deeper than a young chap, but it was never too deep even when I was young.”

This was of course many years ago, perhaps (I was 17 years old in 1964, he was perhaps 65, if indeed he was 59, when he says he met the girls, he died I think in 1976, he would have been somewhere around 76 years old, and his wife, 27 or so, she never knew); he has long since been dead as I’ve mentioned. Folks couldn’t figure it out, especially his wife, whom was 40-years younger than he, and she thinking he was but three or four years her senior. And perhaps this was my first experience with what I call my adventures into the Cadaverous Planets series. Whatever, he enjoyed his marriage, if I recall, and his wife, whom was in the process of divorcing him anyhow, got $5000-dollars from his insurance. So you can’t beat that. True or not true, I will never know for certain, but I kind of miss his ramping about.

Written: 2-19-2007

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UFO - Alien Spacecraft Trapped in Triton Orbit

I was sitting at my computer choosing my next three (3)Netflix® movies when Xrytspet appeared. She was sitting on top of our television cabinet eating a banana she had pilfered from the kitchen.

Hack Writer: Scram, Xrytspet!

Xrytspet: I see you spoofed the Times-News. I don't see why they did a biography on you. You are such a dullard. How could the Times-News think that you were serious about seeing Big Foot on the Snake River and looking for that ad you said you put in their paper looking for new members to join that fake exploration society of your to help you watch for Big Foot. I saw Phontos at a garage sale in Miami the other day and told him about it. He thought that was very funny.

Hack Writer: My organization is not fake. We keep our eye on Phontos, the Last Chican. So, I didn't place the ad. That is poetic license.

Xrytspet: Some poem you wrote for Christmas. What does it mean?

Hack Writer: It means that the military has women with children serving in Iraq and Afghanistan that should be home with their children. The kid's letter to Santa wants him to bring her mother home. It also means for you to keep your nose out of my computer.

Xrytspet: I can go get her!

Hack Writer: There is no specific her. It's just a poem. Let me read it to you:

A Child's Prayer

Santa, Please Bring Mommy Home

by Taylor Jones

Dear, Santa, please hear my words this day, At Christmas our mother is far away. She is off to war with the National Guard- I play alone in my back yard With little Bill and Mary Jane; They cry at night as if in pain For they want our mommy And I do too. Please Santa see what you can do To bring our mommy home.

We pray at night with our daddy That Mommy will be protected- That she will come home- That she will be safe and no longer roam To far off lands across the sea. Please Santa, will you help me And bring our mommy home?

I see a tear in Daddy's eye. I hear our grandma give a sigh Because of grief, Because of us-. We three kids are such a fuss- Adding more silver to Grandma's hair Because are mommy is not here. Santa, can you bring our mommy home?

Daddy says you are magical. My wish is more practical: Just bring our mommy home in your big sleigh And tell her never to go away To fight a war in foreign lands. Please, Santa, bring our mommy home.

Xrytspet: I get it! Bad poetry, but I get it.

Hack Writer: When you steal a banana, don't take the old brown ones. Take a green one. Give me that peel. Oh, I should have known. You are saving it for dessert.

Xrytspet: Whoops! I hurt your feelings again. You've got to get rid of your humanoid feelings. I like my bananas ripe, as ripe as I can get them.

Hack Writer: That is the problem. Pat is going to wonder what happened to her ripe banana. She knows I won't eat them that way. If I say, "Xrytspet ate it! She is going to say I'm nuts.

Xrytspet: True!

Hack Writer: Go away!

Xrytspet: "I've got some great news for you."

The next thing I knew I was in the FnL7 Time Craft shooting pass Jupiter.

Hack Writer: That must be the new red spot.

Xrytspet: Right. Almost as big as your puny Earth.

Hack Writer: So?

Xrytspet: Here we are. Triton.

Hack Writer: And?

Xrytspet: Can't you see it?

Hack Writer: See what? Isn't that just some of NASA's orbiting space junk?

Xrytspet: Here's a closer look.

Hack Writer: Wow! A space ship. What in the?

Xrytspet: It's from Seeablee in G19000299992999. It's trapped!

Hack Writer: What do you mean, trapped? If we get any closer it will blast out of here.

Xrytspet: Want to look inside?

Hack Writer: Is it safe?

In a flash we were inside.

Xrytspet: It's been here since the dinosaurs roamed the earth. They studied the dinosaurs but got trapped in orbit when they were leaving the solar system. They wanted to take a look at Triton but they had a problem with the spaceship and could not leave Neptune's orbit. They had no choice but to beam down to Triton. That's where they live.

Hack Writer: What's that?

Xrytspet: It is a record of the voyage. See, here are what the dinosaurs looked like before the Fuppftenoians from G2888994444 destroyed them?

Hack Writer: My goodness! That is a lot of poop just like in Jurassic Park. I thought a big rock from space killed them.

Xrytspet: True. But that object was knocked out of the asteroid belt when the Fuppftenoians nudged another asteroid into it.

Hack Writer: So you have been reading

Xrytspet: Not really.

Hack Writer: Writing it? Can't you help the folks from Seeablee get this ship running again?

Xrytspet: It is running. It was repaired eons ago. That is why I'm here.

Hack Writer: What?

Xrytspet: I'm going to send it into the sun.

Hack Writer: Why? Don't you know that NASA would love to have this baby?

Xrytspet: Yes! But the military would grab it and use it to kill everything in site. It has to be destroyed. I've been ordered to destroy it and that is exactly what I will do.

Hack Writer: Are you going to strand the folks from Seeablee in G19000299992999?

Xrytspet: What folks? They have evolved into sea monsters. They could care less. Besides, there is no longer life in G19000299992999. You can't imagine what happens when galaxies collide.

Hack Writer: I thought they just sort of meshed together.

Xrytspet sent the spaceship reeling into the sun. When its fuel went off, it left a sunspot the size of Texas which was duly noted by the United States Navy:

"We have an anomaly, Sir."

The End

copyright©2007 John T. Jones, Ph.D. (Taylor Jones the Hack Writer)

John T. Jones, Ph.D. (tjbooks@hotmail.com, a retired college professor and business executive, is author of detective & western novels, nonfiction (business, scientific, engineering, humor), poetry, etc. Former editor of an international engineering magazine. Jones writes on many subjects including articles for teenagers. When he writes science fiction or humor articles he calls himself "Taylor Jones, the Hack Writer." He will sell you a TopFlight telescoping flagpole at his business site.

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