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Part 007. The Phoenix



The weight of bureaucracy is a heavy weight indeed. – Chris Kraft, the First NASA Flight Director.
When the authority is taken by Washington bureaucrats, instead of being granted to the people doing the work, it adds years to the schedule and billions to the budgets. – Chris Kraft.
The administration of Mission Control was transferred to Washington from Houston after the Columbia accident.

Chapter 43. the ice

Three-chord Hell, Frozen Over


Major Tim Perry submitted his paper work for resigning from the Air Force and obtained a tentative contract with Lockheed Martin to winter over in Antarctica to test Lockheed Martin’s new life-support systems and several science modules from Lockheed subcontractors. Tim didn’t know that Commander Hollis, Commander Leavitt and Colonel Aggi Hansen-Lawrence had all recommended/requested that he be transferred to Mars. Tim joined the Peregrine flight team who would be leaving after the summer. Tim’s sole companion during the winter would be his bass player, Ray Scott from Scotched Earth, who planned to write some music with Tim’s help. Ray had left his tractor truck with his brother, Albert, who had just been laid off by Honeywell. Ray felt that they could have used Albert’s help, but strangely, Albert preferred living in Tempe, Arizona to hanging out with Tim and Ray in Antarctica. Ray had reminded Albert by email how hot Phoenix could be in the summer. No loss anyway - Albert’s singing and lead guitar sucked and his jokes were worse.
The new equipment on the habitat included an oxygen-breathing version of the Mars pressurized rover and two ski mobiles. The biology equipment would probably not be tested very well, given the skill-set and interests of the two musicians. Battles rarely go according to plan.

An offer you can’t refuse


Tim stared at the manila envelope from Requinto Petroleum. The return address was from the Vice President of Processing, Marvin Penterglas, in Houston. Tim pulled the Bowie knife that he used for a letter opener from his desk drawer and sliced an end of the envelope. He removed the letter, unfolded the top third and peeked at the first paragraph. The offer was simple: 10 million dollars as a sign-up bonus at launch, two million for each year he was away from home, to be the Commander of the Phoenix. He could pick his own crew. Considering the cost of the expedition, Requinto Petroleum wouldn’t want him to skimp on the salaries for the crew or their equipment. The expenses would have to be approved by Requinto, but everything being equal, approval should be a rubber stamp. Who did Requinto think he was? Like Chuck Yeager, he worked for the United States Air Force – at least for now.
The offer was good until three months before the opposition launch window. It certainly was nice to have a backup position.
Requinto’s backup plan would be to use Zhou’s people for the flight crew. Bill read the contract further.
What a dickhead! There was an additional, supplemental recording contract – a $500,000 advance for two LPs at Big Time Slacker (recording studio). How had that daughter of a bitch Butch got involved in this? So much for early retirement.

Antarctic Snow Birds


Ninety-day wonder Lieutenant Tim Mooney walked over to the habitat from the Marine chopper. What the hell am I doing in Antarctica in civvies with only two months left in my service obligation?
The voice from the speaker told him to get into the airlock with his bags. The airlock pressurized and depressurized. Following the instructions of the solitary sign in the airlock, Tim subjected his boots to a cursory blast of air from the vacuum dust removers. When the inner portal opened, Tim found himself looking at an unshaven man wearing a heavy southwestern cotton shirt and jeans. A large bullhead belt buckle with embedded turquoise eyes and teeth made of real silver stared back at him. Tim didn’t know it yet but his handle had changed to Lieutenant. There could only be one Tim in a habitat.
Two US Navy helicopters unloaded two large cryogenic containers, which were labeled by their contents as liquid oxygen and liquid methane. The Grasshopper was dropped in by a Sea Stallion helicopter a few weeks later, with Wu, Tania, Kay, Aline, Qi and Lin following a few hours later on another navy helicopter. Aline looked out the window of the CH-63 helicopter and gave out a comical scream of despair. The laughter was muted given the barrenness surrounding the landing area.

Breaching the Great Wall of China


Captain Wu was sitting near the large window, concentrating on her progress report to Zhou as Tania and Lin came into the cafeteria. Tania ordered a large Ethiopian coffee and Lin ordered her favorite, Chok, a German, very rich, hot chocolate milk. Lin grabbed Tania’s arm as she headed towards Wu’s table. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Wu’s scary.”
“Don’t be silly. We’re not at the dormitory any more.”
“She watches me. I don’t think she likes me,” said Lin.
“She has to take care of everybody, even trouble-makers like you,” replied Tania.
Lin slapped Tania’s arm and followed her to Wu’s table. Wu greeted Tania and Lin and waved them to the empty chairs. Tania asked Wu, “What did you think about the scuba diving yesterday beneath the ice?”
Wu answered, “It was beautiful, a different world.” The blue of the ice was like Commander Tim’s eyes. “Lin, did you enjoy your time under the ice?”
“Yes, this land is so beautiful. A person can hear herself think. I love the sky and the mountains,” she answered. “All these beautiful penguins, they take care of their children.”
“Most animals take care of their offspring,” observed Tania.
“Our mothers didn’t,” retorted Lin.
“Things are more complicated with humans,” said Wu.
Tania asked, “Were we left on the stairs of the dormitory?”
“Your mothers had different reasons for mothering their children. Usually it was a combination of compassion and patriotism.”
Lin said, “My mother was probably glad to get rid of me. She probably wanted a boy. I bet she didn’t waste another thought on me.”
Wu said, “I think most of your mothers worried about you children for the rest of their lives. That’s how mothers are.”
Tania asked, “Will we ever have children?”
“We’re not sure, but Vivian has a healthy boy,” answered Wu. She didn’t add, a normal, non-golden boy.
“I won’t give my children away,” said Lin. “My kids will know who I am.”
Wu bite her lip, realizing the extent of the open wounds in her people. What could she do for them, Lin in particular? She didn’t want her people to be like the walking wounded that returned from the border and rural conflicts. How would the public receive the news of Vivian’s boy?

Dream Team


The team was starting to look rather boring, given that Tim could pick anybody in the world. The lieutenant was okay for a keyboardist, even if his thing was gospel rock – nobody’s perfect. Egotistically, he felt he was too young for [the Christian Las Vegas] Branson, Missouri. He would accept Wu’s two pilots. It’s too bad Captain Wu wasn’t part of the deal but one has to make sacrifices.
How had Zhou come up with two flight-qualified classical musicians? I really wanted Cheryl, but what the heck?
Tim was changing without his even realizing it, his exposure to classical and oriental music retuning his ear. Music wasn’t Tim’s only challenge. The Chinese girls didn’t look half as skinny to Tim as they had when they first arrived. Hopefully, the lieutenant shared and wouldn’t make a pig of himself with the pilots.
It was obvious to Wu that Tania had a crush on Tiny Tim. Wu was wondering about losing perspective as a military leader, chaperone and housemother. The girls were pairing up in so unchinese a fashion. After all, they aren’t American teenyboppers.
Lieutenant Tim’s mission, should you accept, would be to run the drill mounted on a motorized rig on Mars. The rig was stabilized by heavy stands, which could be slammed into the ground to produce seismic vibrations. Two Requinto engineers/drillers trained him in its use, starting with drilling holes in the lake large enough for a small submersible and progressing to rock drilling. Laser reflectors were surveyed enabling the rover to function autonomously. Requinto Petroleum hadn’t looked beyond exploiting the tar pits on Mars, but the presence of water and caverns on Mars opened up new possibilities. The rig was modified to allow some horizontal drilling capability. Tim named the motorized rig Javelina. No The, just Javelina. Any full-service station on Mars would have to have a convenience store, water, liquid methane, hydrogen and oxygen. Astronaut training for Tiny Tim would be on-the-job training.
“A piece of cake,” said Big Tim.
More difficult and undefined would be the processing of the asphalt. The crew would have less than a year on Mars to determine what processes and equipment would be needed to make the extraction of hydrocarbon products practical on Mars and order a processing plant from Requinto. The mission of the biotech personnel was undefined publicly. He needed to find a microbiologist that wasn’t tainted by an affiliation with a pharma or petrochemical firm because of public relations considerations. Where can I find a postdoc folk singer?
Tim had his lawyer negotiate his and the lieutenant’s contracts with the Air Force and Requinto. This wasn’t Tim’s first rodeo.

Pilot Candidate


Major Eric Lancing had experienced a fall from grace. Eric was clean from the amphetamine addiction he had acquired on his long B-2 bombing missions, but not from bourbon. He never shook the memory of a misprogrammed smart bomb that his crew delivered to a walk-in emergency clinic in Basrah. His wife moved away from base housing, alleging physical abuse, embarrassing Eric and according to him, curtaining his shuttle flights. Eric had spent three weeks on the ISS as part of his Shuttle flight. He had been removed from the astronaut program after an incident of breaking and entering and assault on his estranged wife. Eric’s wife said that he was mean when he was drinking and that he was always drinking. In effect, Eric was forced out of the Air Force and was working for a regional airline. Melvin Penterglas thought Eric was a good resource that was being wasted and recommended that he be considered for the Dallas flight crew. I need somebody on board who is loyal to me. Eric moved into base housing at McMurdoc and started interacting with the Dallas flight crew and learning the Grasshopper and habitat systems.
Eric told Tania that he wanted to show her some video clips on his personal computer. As Tania bent over to view the screen of the laptop, Eric moved behind her, his body contacting Tania’s and his arms encircling her waist. Tania broke away and started to protest Eric’s behavior. Eric backhanded her across the mouth and she fell back on the bed, rolling to the other side of the bed in one motion. Eric feinted as Tania started to run around the bed in an attempt to get to the door. Tania returned to a position behind the bed as Eric dove to grab her. Tania’s right cross broke Eric’s nose and resulted in a gusher of blood. Tania grabbed the hand holding her sweater, and stepping over the arm, deposited her full weight on Eric’s shoulder. Eric’s upper arm was dislocated from its shoulder socket. Tania ran to the door and passed Tim in the laboratory, her fists in a defensive position. Tim entered the sleeping quarters and saw Eric sitting on the bed, holding his nose with his good hand. Tim called the emergency medical dispatcher on his remote phone.
“The bitch attacked me,” Eric said to Tim, as Tim talked to the medics.
“Shut the fuck up, or you’re going to be eating soup for the rest of your sorry life,” was Tim’s reply.
Captain Wu rushed through the door with murder in her eyes. Tim’s chest made contact with Wu’s breasts as he blocked her passage. She felt Tim’s arousal and retreated, deciding to bide her time. He slowly backed her away from the bed as her resolve dampened.
The marine medic stopped the bleeding and immobilized Eric’s arm. Eric was evacuated to McMurdoc Sound. Tim could see that it was a case of he said, she said, but he would see that Eric would never see space again.

Casanova 2014


“Look at it this way, the mate of the Black Widow goes out in a blaze of pleasure and glory,” argued Tim.
Tim’s sense of humor had the opposite effect from what he had intended. Young Tim maintained a buffer zone from Tania, when he had to be around her at all. Big Tim knew what Young Tim was in for and wished Tim happy hunting. Selfishly he wished he were young again.
Big Tim asked himself the eternal question: Why is youth wasted on the young?

Whisker Burn


Captain Wu’s face looked like she had run into an automotive wax buffer. Her red eyes emitted small sparkles of pain – Tim’s truth serum was Jack Daniels. Tim had a self-satisfied glow – he had finally seduced a real woman, not the usual bimbo trying to get on Opry.
Captain Wu had never run into a man like Tim. When he was with a woman, she was the only thing around. Tim was either harmonizing or playing a counter-melody, an accompanying musician who didn’t try to steal the show or bury his partner. He loved women more than sex – sex was just another means of communication, second to music. Wu had let herself go, surrendering control, letting Tim lead. With Tim, his contribution was important but not as important as the music.

Never to young to learn


Young Tim walked past Lin as she was studying at a table in the cafeteria. Lin was reading a children’s book of Russian fairy tales. She was wearing a headset and mispronouncing Russian words. Tim picked up a large glass of orange juice and returned to Lin’s table.
“Hay, kid. Okay if I sit down?” he asked, imitating Lin’s style of conversation. Lin had warmed to Tim’s easy-going manner.
“Sure, if nobody else will give you a seat,” she answered.
“Why are you studying Russian?” Tim asked Lin.
“I’m going to be China’s first ambassador to Mars,” was Lin’s answer. That was a good enough answer for Tim as Lin picked up her first mentor in Antarctica.

Peacemaker


Tim found a small deck of illustrated cards, which he had used at the Defense Language Institute in Monterey to learn Russian aeronautical terms. As he entered the cafeteria for Lin’s scheduled Russian lesson, he could see that Tania was sitting at Lin’s table. He would join them; after all he wasn’t scared of Tania. Tania looked surprised as Tim sat opposite her at the table.
“Hello, Tania. Are you studying to join the diplomatic corps, too?” he asked.
Tania answered, “No, I’m helping Lin with her geography. Lin?”
“Us diplomats have to know many things and deal with numerous difficult people and situations,” was her diplomatic and noncommittal answer. “At the present time I’m trying to resolve a territorial dispute.”
She grabbed Tim and Tania’s hands, putting Tim’s hand on Tania’s and holding the resisting hands tightly together. “With the power invested in me by Commander Tim, I pronounce you friends.”
“What power?” Tania wanted to know.
Tim defended Lin, “The commander has the power of maritime law behind him.”
Lin consulted the wall clock, saying “Oh no, it’s time for my cooking class.”
Lin grabbed her coat and headed for the door. Captain Wu Liang watched the scene from her vantage point in the kitchen. What a brat! She beamed with maternal pride. Kay pulled out her drawing pad and sketched her superior as she had done numerous times before.

No tikki, no laundee


Commander Tim was trying to iron his lucky performance pants. The coin-fed driers at the cafeteria had baked wrinkles into the pants. He released a stream of curses as he burnt his fingers testing the temperature of the iron. Qi walked over to the ironing board, sprinkled the water from Tim’s coffee cup with her fingers on the pants and started ironing. Without starch, this was the best she could do with the pants. Then she pressed Tim’s ornate western shirt.
Tim examined the neatly pressed pants and shirt. “Okay kid, want to make five bucks?” he asked Qi.
“Bucks?” questioned Qi.
“Five dollars,” explained Tim. Tim walked over to his desk and pulled out a ten-dollar roll of quarters.
“What do I have to do?” asked Qi.
“Four quarters for the laundry, four for the soap and four for the drier. Use more if the clothes aren’t dry. Then all you have to do is iron the shirts.”
Tim walked to his desk and retrieved a package of fabric softener. “Put one of these in the drier,” he said as he threw the package into the laundry bag with the dirty shirts. Qi went to find Lin and the two left for the cafeteria.
Wu was working in the kitchen with Kay as the two children burst through the cafeteria doors and started casing the laundry machines. She walked over to the kids, drying her hands with a towel. “And what are you two up to today?” she asked.
“Your Tim wants us to do a laundry,” said Lin.
If only it were true that Tim was mine, thought Wu.
Qi headed to the soap dispensers with a frown on her face, as she inspected the unfamiliar change box with a card insertion slot.
“Wait a minute,” Wu said as she signaled Qi to follow her.
She walked over to the community lockers and said, “Number 39, 35 right, 15 left, 42,” to Qi. Qi opened the large locker and Wu pulled out a very large box of soap.
Wu and Qi walked back to Lin and Wu said, “Use this soap, one measure per load.”
“Oh, I see, this will save Tim a dollar,” said Qi.
“No, it’ll save you a dollar,” said Wu.
“Is that honest?” asked Qi.
“That’s business,” said Wu. The girls smiled at each other with avarice. Wu signaled them to follow her. She went directly to the cafeteria manager’s office, knocking gently on the door.
“Come in,” barked a voice from the interior. Wu sheparded the girls into the office. Cedric Melanson, an overweight, balding man, smiled and jumped to his feet.
“And who are these lovely ladies?” he asked, as if he didn’t know.
“My assistants, Lin and Qi,” answered Wu. “They wish to get a vending card for the laundromat. They have clients that require laundry services.” Lin looked at Qi and back to Cedric.
“I can only give them an employee discount,” he said to Wu.
“We can always renegotiate later,” Wu said to the girls. “Good, Cedric, thanks a lot,” she nodded to Cedric.
Cedric pulled an unprogrammed vending card from his desk saying, “35 percent,” which was 10% above the normal employee discount. Wu nodded again and funneled the girls out of the office.
Wu gave the girls their final lesson for the day as she prepared the vending cards: “Qi set up the deal and you both will do the work. Money takes half. In this case Qi should receive two thirds and Lin should get one third of the profit. Do you both understand?”
They didn’t but both of the girls nodded anyway. This business idea is sort of neat and will require further study, both girls thought in their own way. Maybe we could start a clothing store on Mars, thought Qi. Kay sketched Captain Wu and the children on her small pad.

The Abominable Snowman


The commander and Lieutenant Tim drove the snow machines into the parking lot by the commissary. Wu, Tania and Kay walked over to greet the men as the commander pulled off the hood of his Air Force-issue fur-lined overcoat. Wu brushed the icicles off Big Tim’s scrubby beard. Young Tim was giddy from the helicopter trip to the observatory at Mount Erebus, an active volcano. Giant samples of ice from the ice towers generated by the volcanic vents were collected on the off chance that extreme microbes would be found. Kay’s watercolor of the wild-eyed commander, given to Wu for her personal use, became the cover image for the Iced album.

Honky Tonk Women


Big Tim had shaved even though this was just an unpublicized dress practice in the cafeteria. He would tape the session to give Tania experience with the video cameras. Lin and Qi were given tambourines and told not to sing. It was like telling the Amazon not to flow.

Space Music


The kids had messed up his song, The Clear Water of Lawton.
He couldn’t tell if it was Kay or Tania harmonizing with him on the Left Too Long on the Mound recording. Wasn’t anything sacred anymore? There isn’t a honky-tonk in Oklahoma that will play my songs. Tiny Tim will get a whack on the pee pee for this.
Butch said she had released the songs to a few stations and they had been well received. No, not country and western stations - commercial radio stations.
Butch said if the records didn’t grow on him she would record covers for him. I can record covers on my own records!
“Things are becoming modern too fast,” Tim complained and Ray wrote the statement in his lyrics book. Tim’s comment would become a full-blown song in six weeks.
The Iced album only sold 50,000 copies the first year but Lawton and Mound were downloaded as singles more than a million times each, at 99 cents a copy on Apple’s iTunes Music Store. One Way Ticket to Mars, an instrumental featuring Tania and Kay boasted over 500,000 paid downloads, over 100,000 in Eastern Europe. Spaced was the first album written and recorded on Mars. Tim recorded Ray’s Space Fever on Mars and it was the only cut on both albums to make it to the C&W charts. Tim gave up all hope of ever being invited to join the Outlaws.

The Lovelace Torture Chambers


Big Tim encouraged Tiny Tim to take the series of tests that were used to select astronauts at the Lovelace Foundation and Clinic in Albuquerque. Supposedly the tests would be private, paid for by Requinto Petroleum, but Commander Tim knew that the files would be available to NASA and the United States government, given their cozy relationship to the private clinic.
“The Mercury 13 women did it, U-2 pilots did it and the astronauts did it, so you should do it,” said the commander. Big Tim was anticipating a backlash from the American astronauts left behind by a lieutenant whose golden bars weren’t old enough to be tarnished.
“It’ll help you learn the medical terminology of space and you’ll learn something about yourself.”
Only after the tests were completed did Tiny Tim wonder if he had pissed the commander off. [NASA has brought astronaut selection back to the military and government/civilian hospitals from Lovelace.] Now the commander was trying to get him access to the centrifuge and the other stressing simulators used in America’s space medicine facilities at Wright Aeronautical Laboratory in Dayton, Ohio and at Pensacola Naval Air Station on the Florida panhandle.
It was only later that Lieutenant Tim came to believe that the travails that the astronauts had endured in the name of testing and space medicine, as exemplified by Al Shepard’s ear surgery to get back on flight status, are the result of the stressing and medical procedures that they had been subjected to. After all, robotic flight gear was kept pristine during testing while sibling equipment was subjected to stress and developmental tests.

Field Team


Doyle spent two days at the Udvar-Hazy Center of the Smithsonian Aviation Museum located on Dulles International Airport outside of Washington, DC, three more at both of the NASA museums in Huntsville and Houston, a week of music and beer at Mardi Gras, two days at Carlsbad Caverns and a day at Roswell before heading to the Blue Moon Holiday Boogie in Eloy, Arizona. He barely made it to Lovelace in time for his flight physical after a week of skydiving and chasing a cutie from the University of Colorado Boulder. Having read everything he could find about Lovelace and its tests, he thought the examination was cool and wrote the experience up, heavy with dropped names, for a term paper. After the initial survivor’s euphoria from not getting caught in the sweep, the kids at Boston Latin were starting to develop a healthy dislike for their errant schoolmate. Doyle’s composition, Bipolar Disorder [North and South Poles], written during dinner after 6 hours of sensory deprivation in body-temperature water, replaced the heavily maligned Stairway to Heaven as the first tune learned by aspiring rock guitarists throughout the world. His English Composition teacher gave him a B- for his essay on sensory deprivation and its use in hostile interrogation as well as its involvement in aviation accidents dismissing it as conspiracy theory. The essay was published in Ad Astra, the National Space Society’s magazine.

Chapter 44. Pink Granite


The pink granite of Acadia National Park contrasts with the red rocks of the west. The pink color in granite is due to the natural pink tint of feldspar. [Maine should be called the Granite State instead of New Hampshire – the mica in New Hampshire granite makes it difficult to polish.] The second type of volcanic surface structure, a dome, produces granite. Igneous rock such as granite forms deep in the Earth with the grains of quartz, feldspar and other minerals being smaller, the faster the rock cools. Enough said about black flies, mosquitoes and overzealous temporary park rangers at Acadia National Park.
Volcanic flows produce cones, about half a dozen of which disappear annually in Arizona as their red cinders are distributed on the desert lawns of the Southwest and among the bushes at the Boston Sheraton.
Glaciers flow like molasses, a viscous liquid, in geological time. The ice masses accumulate as precipitation is dumped in the Polar Regions and ground mountains down as they drift toward the equator, dumping their debris as they melt. Glaciers normally melt from the bottom up, heated from the interior of the planet. Glaciers accumulate meteorites as well as dust and microbes. These meteorites are collected annually in the glaciers of Antarctica that are barricaded from the ocean by mountainous features.
Erosion is the easiest process to understand – a stream pushes rocks and sand towards the ocean, a hill cleaved to level new roads starts falling apart after the first winter and wind etches patterns in sandstone. Look at any rock cliff made by cutting through a rock ledge – the erosion from the water freezing in the cracks in the rocks are evident after only a few winters in northern America. Life contributes its efforts to the transformation of rock and man’s fleeting artifacts of civilization.
The alliance between China, Inc and the big box stores made pre-cut polished granite sink tops and marble available for hundreds instead of thousands of dollars at Home Depot, eliminating the need for stone artisans. India jumped into the decorative stone business, competing with China solely on price.

Mount Desert Island Rusticator


Doyle drove his mother’s van to Bar Harbor, Maine and paid for a week of RV camping at the Blackwoods Campground in Acadia National Park on Mt. Desert Island. The French explorer Samuel de Champlain explored Acadia naming the area containing bald (desert) granite mountains bald mountain island in French. MDI has the highest mountain on the east coast – Mt. Cadillac standing tall at 1500 feet above sea level. Glacial activity and erosion wore the overburden of the volcanic dome down to the pink granite rock, which forms a lasting impression on all visitors to the park. Doyle slept in his van in a rain-soaked campground lot at Blackwoods. Nature woke him up periodically, punishment for the blended orange and pineapple juice that he had been drinking all day. The trees in the lot hid most of the sky, exposing only the sky directly above. Deneb, the head of the swan, Cygnus, was visible. Doyle searched for the remaining stars of the Cygnus constellation as Vega, the brightest star in the area appeared, dominating the small patch of stars overhead.
Doyle would dive with Norm Garrett for shellfish during the day, scuba training for the dark, cold caves of Mars. Norm had been cleared by Jerry Littlefield to train Tim and Doyle under a non-disclosure agreement on the electrolysis machines. Doyle saw the most highly defined rainbow he had ever seen, in the aftermath of a shower.

Twinkle, twinkle


Astronomers describe how uniform the atmosphere is to viewing the stars as the quality of seeing. Even when atmospheric dust or water droplets are minimal, or we should say when light pollution bouncing off these particles is minimal, turbulence in the lower or upper atmosphere such as the jet stream distort the light from the distant stars. Doyle stood on Cadillac Mountain buffeted by the winds after the unenforced midnight closing of the peak. The clear, dark sky was like an abstract painting, the constellations so blurred as to be unrecognizable. The stars looked like distant headlights through a rain-soaked windshield.

Solo


Norm spent his belated Puffin Engineering paycheck for $1500 by buying a block of flight instruction for a Cessna 182 RG at the Bar Harbor Airport. Only one prepaid hour of instruction remained after he was lucky enough for the weather to clear enough for his instructor to allow him to solo. He’d have to spend some time this weekend diving for shellfish to buy another block of flying to consolidate what he’d already learned. There were whole worlds to be conquered outside of mid-coastal Maine.
Norm liked guns – not collector items but guns that were made to be fired cheaply and often. If it moves, shoot it, make love to it, or both. Arise, shoot, eat. Norm got his deer every year, more for food than for sport. Norm thought that deer were the most beautiful animals that live on land. He found it impossible to declare an underwater favorite.
Norm had acquired his forearm tattoos on his trip to Southern California. He had a job excavating for swimming pools in the San Fernando Valley but was released because he was spending all his time looking for gemstones and minerals during work. Norm had accumulated enough credits to barely be considered a college junior, a low B scholar at that. Doyle recommended that Norm be hired to go to Mars as a technician and diver. The recommendation prompted a visit by Lieutenant Tim, Tania and Kay, who flew in for some Maine seafood, diving, camping and hiking. Doyle moved in with Norm who lived on Bar Island, swimming home when the incoming tide covered the bar to the island. Doyle also learned to mix drinks and schmooze customers for tips as the scheduled week on the central Maine coast grew into a month. Then it rained, and rained, and rained.

Iridium Flares


The park ranger and her backup had the group of forty neophyte star gazers rolling like California grunion on the shell-laced sand of Sand Beach, looking up at one constellation after another, sequencing from one cardinal point of the compass to another. Most of the people had brought beach blankets; Norm considered it down country-like to use a blanket. Norm periodically jumped into the 50-degree water during the presentation. Enough of this, thought Norm. This water is frigging cold and I’ve show these wimps who’s boss. Kay wandered into the water slowly, walking up next to Norm with her eyes never leaving the star-lit sky. [A rough translation of the old Chinese proverb that Kay was repeating mentally is, a man’s got to do, what a man’s got to do.]
Norm thought that his feelings could be attributed to following Kay up too many flesh-colored granite faces in Acadia National Park. Their hands joined without their eyes leaving the sky. Kay swam to Bar Island that night with Norm and Doyle. Later in the morning, Norm concluded that Kay was a keeper.

Working for Wages


Tiny Tim wanted Norm and Doyle to become his drilling assistants and Norm was invited to vacation with pay on the ice after taking his first class medical physical at Lovelace. In renditions of his flight physical travails Norm swore that he heard the Japanese-American physician whisper “Bonzai” under his breath during the examination of his prostate gland. The physician also told him that he had a potential hernia to which Norm replied, “I didn’t before I had this examination.”
Commander Tim asked Norm, “So you just soloed a few weeks ago?”
Norm answered, “Yes. It was beautiful flying without all the screaming coming at me from the right seat. The plane took off like a rocket without my fat ass instructor sitting next to me.”
Nobody forgets the first time he soloed including Tim. Tim had forgot to come to a full stop on his first solo flight around the traffic pattern when he got distracted by his flight instructor jumping up and down, apparently in a rage. Tim had quickly settled down to perform the next two patterns correctly. “Screaming” Biladeau explained that he was freezing his ass off and was doing jumping jacks to keep warm.
Norm knew that it was his diving skills and work ethic that Tim was interested in – all of Tim’s friends had hundreds of hours in jets and months in space. When his friends asked Tim what Norm Garrett’s skills were, Tim would say with a straight face, “Norm’s a bartender.”
Tim told Norm that he could offer him $400,000 a year, room and board, with a signup bonus of $200K to get his affairs in order. Norm looked back in disbelief, saying “What?”
Tim replied with a smile, “$500,000 a year, and that’s my last offer.”
Norm sat down in a daze. Maybe I can get by without bartending on the side.
Norm and Kay were sent to visit Moffett Field to NASA’s Mars exhibition with only a month for Norm to consider Tim’s offer. Mar’s red face smiled with irony when Norm wondered if there’d be any bartending for him to do on Mars. Mars roared when Norm wondered if there’d be any fishing for him to do. To the casual observer, Valles Marineris still made Mars have an unhappy face :(

300 Degrees of Freedom


Liang sat with Qi and Lin in the sauna. Qi and Lin were dressed in one-piece bathing suits and hiking boots while Liang was wearing a robe. The other twelve people were dressed in sneakers and smiles. Martin Venskus, an astronomer babysitting a small array interferometer during the austral winter, was the only person standing. He paced back and forth in the small room, anxious to start the program. The program was running around the ceremonial South Pole in the minus 100-degree Antarctic weather. The remaining members of the group seemed happy just to enjoy the heat, savoring the moment. Mark scanned the group when the red light came on indicating an internal temperature of 200 degrees Fahrenheit. Everybody turned his or her attention to Martin who was waving everybody towards the door. He grabbed Professor “Doc” Dieter Kammerer, who was wearing a camera, and dragged him towards the door. The two disappeared out the door leaving the sound of the thudding door in their wake. Norm and Kay left next followed by Qi and Lin. Qi stopped outside the door and started to remove her bathing suit. She looked at Lin.
What are you doing?” Lin asked Qi.
In response, Qi asked Lin, “Are you going to be the only person with clothes on?”
“We’re going to get in trouble,” Lin answered as she peeled off her bathing suit.
Qi and Lin sped after Norm and Kay, who had stopped to wait for them. The quartet ran to the South Pole. Doc was taking a picture of Martin who was concealing his manliness behind the narrow pole. Martin would use this photograph, properly oriented (upside-down) to a South Pole orientation, in all of his presentations back at Socorro. Doc lined up behind the pole for his picture lifting up the sphere that rested on the South Pole. Being in possession of the camera he was obligated to photograph the next four runners singly and in various combinations as well as the next eight stragglers. In spite of some serious tongue teasing, nobody got his tongue stuck on the pole and sphere. Qi and Lin stopped to put their bathing suits on before returning to the building without realizing that Liang had watched their run.
Actually it wasn’t the professor’s ass that was freezing. This unusual case of frostbite was published in the JAMA proceedings and posted, complete with photographs, on the National Radio Astronomical Observatory Website.

Oracle


Colonel Perry, Major Wu and Doyle went to see Zhou to obtain his blessing for a family wedding. Zhou approved but wanted the marriage to be kept secret. Zhou agreed to give the bride away and approved of Lin and Qi’s presence as flower girls.
Zhou requested a briefing, which also included other Dallas and Phoenix flight crewmembers – Major Mikhail Sorenev, Dr. Peter Eisendorf and Tsai Hen. Zhou entered the room with his old friend, the defrocked priest, Sheng Zhi. Wu had explained Sheng’s difficulties with the Chinese government in Hong Kong and his fringe, rejected apocalyptic views of present-day civilization to Tim and Doyle.
Sheng’s twenty-minute presentation predicted political instability and a collapse of the economies on Earth. Oil production, the source of the industrial world’s energy, had passed its peak production in 2002, and it was all down hill with gas and coal from here. Sheng finished his presentation, disconnected his laptop and left the room without allowing a question period. Zhou took over and described the defensive position that the three crews would assume, just in case there were difficulties while the crews were on Mars. Green houses would be expanded with tools and devices for manufacturing and repairing equipment on Mars. There was no opposition to this approach, even though the Russian and European astronauts seemed to be dismissing Sheng as a crackpot. Wu seemed even more reserved than usual. Zhou knew that the colonists on Mars would not be self-sufficient even after the flights of this opposition. He added three tons of freeze dehydrated fruit and vegetables to the Phoenix manifest.
The Russians launched the Dallas and the Phoenix within two weeks of each other during the 2016 opposition. The Dallas was a lander/rover, as big as a motor home. The Phoenix lacked a garage and rover because of its extended passenger list and equipment.
Charon, her pregnancy barely showing, attended the launches with her fiancé, the Hawaiian-born Chinese philosopher, Hsi Wang. Charon would find out that raising children was more difficult than going to Mars.


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