You promised me Jetson car,
and by the God I will have my Jetson car. That is really true if
you really think about the way the world is run today. But we can
all sit here hooting and hollering about all the bad things or we
can get to a real Plan B. I apologize for the quality of writing
in this feature before. I tried to be highfaluting with it, so just
throw a beret on it and send it onto the realm of bad coffee house
literature. Instead I am going to tell you what I envision what
ever so clever toys we will have.
We will start with Spaceport One. Our beacon. Where another intelligent
group out there is going to scan us first will be using the frequency
of hydrogen. Besides being the most abundant element in the universe,
it is actually what we use in the SETI program to look out. I think
it is time to get on the CB and let the big rigs of the galaxy know
some bandits need cover from the Smokeys on this planet. Or they
will make us their pets. Either way, it has got to be better than
the current charade we have drudged through today.
But we need to get the spaceport away from us, especially from the
sun. That thing is kind of full of hydrogen and we don’t want
to be confused with an astronomical anomaly. Since we are in a ring,
the best place would be about the distance to Mars, but straight
out of the solar system. We need to start thinking in 3-D, or the
species will be six feet under soon. You think this monkey business
about oil is funny, wait till you see the Fight for Water show.
It’s a hum dinger, now you’re on the trolley.
The Russians recently sent up a probe called Cosmos 1. Ah, the glory
of the Internet allows for the following of such projects, but this
one ended in an accident in the third stage. It exploded the first
time out. They will be back, and when Cosmos 1 does reach outer
space it will open up as if to appear as a radiant flower, ready
to be bathed in the warm glow of good old mother sun. Cosmos 1 is
a solar sail.
 Of
course our own American space program has the drive of the King’s
Eunuch’s libido, having been castrated by lack of funding
and an even more depressing lack of public support. People, we have
a working Ion drive. So whoever decides to do it, I’m looking
at you China, they will need the solar sail to work so you can close
your eyes and picture a glorious pasture of these sails being propelled
by the strength of the sun. Lads, we have a new frontier, and this
not the final one.
These solar ships will leave port for parts unknown and set up shop
in perfect orbit around the sun, just as the earth, only outside
the womb. The first module unfortunately will not be manned. But
it will be carrying solar panels that will be deployed to power
an awaiting livable habitat for the soon to be arriving star sailors.
And it will have a transmitter kicking out the jams to anyone with
their ears on.
 The
transmission will be in binary, pulsating out into the new wilderness
with this message:
“Hello, the people of the planet of Earth here. Mind
dropping by? We are in a bit of a spot.”
We will keep sending modules to attach, with each voyage bettering
the application of the technology till we have a good platform out
there to start really testing these Ion drives. This will be dangerous
work, but given the chance to work as a grunt on a Starport, most
people would jump at the chance. With a pulsating hydrogen transmitter
and crafts doing ion burns nearby, it will definitely get someone’s
attention. If they are even there.
But Spaceport One will not be the last; it will look as it always
did. An infant that is attached to a huge complex of cities floating
right there in space. But more on that vision later.
Next I want to talk about my Jetson car.
It’s going to make your SUV look stupid. |
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