Launched Sept 5, 1977. One-way ticket.
On Nov 18 at 2:16 a.m. Pacific, Voyager 1 is one light-day from home and still sending dispatches.
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Inspired by real people I met in Nuuk who use Starlink on the Greenland ice sheet. Serious research by day, a little bit of home by night.
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@ScottPresler Monitor your calories in, water in, and salt intake. If you focus on that you can truck on forever. Once one of these begins to dip, your speed and distance will be hard to recover.
Day 14 on Lull.
Then I checked the stores. Ninety days of food, counted for thirty-five people. There were forty of us.
The Accord had left a pen on the shelf, in case anyone changed their mind. Nobody was coming for us. I picked it up. I put it down.
Day 15 on Lull, night.
"Halfway. It's me."
"Malko? But they wiped all my devices."
“They missed the ship. I'm bringing it to you. Night-side crater, 0300 the day after tomorrow."
Malko had been with me since flight school, where they called me Halfway because I turned back at half a tank every time. Somehow he'd found me.
Beyond the Mark, part 4.
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Two friends. One car. And the road to the Arctic Ocean.
THE DALTON — a Ghibli-pixel-art short film based on a drive from Seattle to Deadhorse, Alaska. They packed tight, swapped drivers, and found out that all-night daylight doesn’t make you any less tired!
By then the Accord had "released me from my responsibilities." That meant my job, my quarters and my accounts.
Then they flew all forty of us to Lunacom, an outpost on a moon called Lull.
Lunacom was old before anyone I know was born. The Accord called it a Reflection Site.
Day 12 on Lull.
"It's three-quarter rations from today, Accord's orders. Complaints go to them."
"Hi, Lunacom. We'll check back soon. Please tell us if anyone hears from the Homeworld. Warmly, the Accord."
There was no resupply on the schedule and no ship on the pad. We counted.
Beyond the Mark, part 3.
When I got to the last page, I didn't sign.
You'll want to know why. I'm still working on a short answer.
Once signing closed, a list went up: forty seats to something called a Reflection Site, one for each of us who hadn't signed. It had a departure date and no return date. I was seat 31.
"Hi, Ayn. There's a lectern by the ramp, in case you've changed your mind. Warmly, the Accord."
All forty of us walked past it.
Beyond the Mark, part 2.