Spaceguy5 🍎🐺

Aerospace engineer. I'm one of thousands of people who help send people into space.

My opinions are my own and do not reflect the official stance of NASA.

[Spaceguy5 🍎🐺 @Spaceguy5]

@aratakyoi In the US, both anime are licensed to a company called Crunchyroll.

https://t.co/dplcoqzYhM

[ISS National Lab @ISS_CASIS]

👀 Kall Morris Inc.’s REACCH system capturing a target object during testing on the ISS.

Instead of a single small satellite test, the team completed 172 test runs, validating the system for debris removal and in-orbit relocation: https://t.co/HiLLKs1lGj

#SpaceDebris #ISS

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@StrixWar @Kairetsu Toradora is really hard to top. You're reminding me that I need to rewatch it again soon lol

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@Nurse4MAGA @JonathanCohn Dunning-Kruger. His starship vehicle doesn't even work. Meanwhile NASA sent people around the moon recently without him being involved.

[Jonathan 'Boo and Vote' Cohn @JonathanCohn]

Elon has failed to ever make SpaceX profitable, so he is planning to steal your retirement money to make it so.

https://t.co/jQK5QVjHE0

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@doku_f It makes me angry how many monetized worlds there are in VRchat that use ripped and stolen data, or that charge money to allow people to use prefabs the author purchased at a much lower cost and that are free in other worlds. The "creator economy" turned into a "scammer economy"

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@smomerjubaer Elon has sent 0 things to Mars and 0 people to the moon. NASA was sending significantly more complicated human spacecraft to earth orbit decades before Dragon.

Read a book

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@StrixWar One of us one of us one of us

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@needle @a_shiomaneki In the West, "furry" refers to #3 and #4 on this chart, lol. This is a popular meme in the west that's derived from this Japanese artwork.

[Peter Girnus 🦅 @gothburz]

I have not slept since Thursday, I have done thirty grams of protein and zero grams of food, and before sunrise I signed a home equity line of credit against my condo so I can buy SpaceX the second it lists.

My whoop strap thinks this is a medical event. My whoop strap has never been to space.

I am about to do something the cowards in my life are calling, and I quote my brother-in-law, "financially catastrophic and possibly a cry for help."

I am also borrowing against the Cybertruck, which the credit union did not want to do, because they said it has "depreciated ninety percent," which only tells me the market has not priced in what the Cybertruck represents, which is the same mistake they are about to make with the IPO. I am raising every dollar I can touch.

I am forty-one. The not-sleeping is a bullish signal. The not-eating is dry powder. Every meal I skip is runway. This is not a midlife crisis. This is conviction with a HELOC attached.

A Danish pension fund just announced they will not buy it. Governance concerns. Overvalued. They manage the retirements of Danish schoolteachers, a people whose great national contribution is a pastry, and they looked at the company that is going to make humanity multiplanetary and they said no thank you, we prefer bonds. And when I read that, my resting heart rate, which my whoop strap had pinned at a catastrophic ninety-two for three days, actually dropped. I felt peace. The Danes are out. Starting gun.

A pension fund running away is a green light. They run toward boring. I run toward Mars.

The fund says SpaceX wants one point eight trillion and is worth, in their words, maybe one trillion. They printed that like it was a warning. I read it like a coupon. They are telling me there is eight hundred billion dollars of upside sitting on the table that an actuary in Copenhagen is too frightened to pick up. Eight hundred billion. Forty thousand times the entire HELOC. I ran the numbers in the cold plunge. The water was thirty-eight degrees and the math was beautiful.

I already have exposure, technically. I have forty thousand dollars in $MARS. I want to be clear that $MARS is a memecoin and not the company and has no affiliation with SpaceX and the dev wallet holds sixty percent of supply and the founder is anonymous and goes by "Chad Oppenheimer." I know all of this. I bought it anyway, because the ticker is $MARS and I felt that the universe does not put the word MARS in front of a man twice. It is down ninety-four percent. I call that my pre-seed.

My brother-in-law is a certified financial planner. He drove over Saturday and sat at my counter and did the thing where he turns his laptop around to show you a chart. He had a slide. He said, one man controls all the votes, he runs four other companies, he tweets the stock, there is no board that can stop him from doing anything. He said, do you understand there is nobody between this man and your house. And I looked at him, this man who charges one percent a year to keep people poor slowly, and I said: yes. That is the whole reason I am buying. You just described God and asked me if I was scared of the upside.

One man with total control is what founder conviction looks like before the historians soften it into genius.

He kept going. He said the governance is the risk. I told him governance is a word committees invented to explain why nothing they touch ever leaves the atmosphere. I told him Edison did not have a board. He said Edison electrocuted an elephant for a publicity stunt. I said and we still flip the light switch, don't we, that elephant compounded. He stopped talking for a moment, the way a man does when he realizes he is losing to someone who has left the shared reality.

Then he played his last card. He pulled up my actual accounts. He showed me the HELOC paperwork, the $MARS chart, the Cybertruck lien, all on one screen, and he said: this is a man liquidating his entire life to buy something that has not announced a date, a price, or a way for you to even purchase it. And I looked at the screen, at the total, at the red, and I felt the calm descend, because he had accidentally shown me the conviction in dollars, and the number was enormous, and a small bet is a hobby but a number that large is a destiny. He had proved my thesis using my own bankruptcy.

He left. He took the cheese plate. My wife went with him "for a few days," and texted me a paragraph I have not opened, because unread, it is still potential, and the moment I open it, it collapses into a fact, and I am not ready to observe the wave function of my marriage. I have reframed her absence as reduced burn rate. She left a voicemail too. A voicemail is even safer. A voicemail you can let expire.

There is a Discord called Launch Pad. Eleven thousand of us. Then a schism happened, because some of the eleven thousand were "only" putting in their savings and not leveraging their primary residence, and we, the real ones, splintered off into Launch Pad ALPHA, four hundred men who have all told our families something we are now calling, with great tenderness, "the difficult conversation."

To get into ALPHA you do not talk about the lien. You post the lien. Faith is a PDF. We have one rule. You do not say "overvalued." First time you slip, you owe the channel a screenshot of something you sold. We do not pray. We post fills. In ALPHA we do not discuss valuation. Valuation is a coping mechanism for people who are staying on Earth. We discuss allocation. We discuss whether to buy at the IPO price or eat the pop, and the consensus is the pop is also cheap, because how do you put a P/E ratio on a company that is the lifeboat. You cannot earnings-multiple an ark.

A man in ALPHA named Tobias sold his late father's coin collection at 3am and posted the screenshot, and we gave him eleven hundred rocket emojis, and Tobias said "dad would have wanted to be early." Then a quieter man named Devansh posted that he had sold his daughter's college fund, the actual 529, and there was a pause in the channel, maybe four seconds, the longest silence ALPHA has ever held, and then someone typed "she'll go to college on Mars" and the rockets came back, eleven hundred, two thousand, and Devansh posted the tear, and I understood that we had just crossed something together that families do not come back from, and I have never felt more part of anything in my life. These are my brothers. We will be so rich that the people who left us will have to apply to come back, and we will leave them on read, the way we leave everything that cannot go to space.

The pension fund said it would avoid the IPO, the secondary market, and even index funds that touch it. They built a wall around the entire company. And all I can think is that you do not build a wall that big around an empty lot. You build it around the thing so good they have to keep normal people away from it. I want to be on the inside of the wall, with the rocket, with the four hundred, with the ark, with Tobias.

The schoolteachers' money stayed home where it was safe. Mine is going to low Earth orbit and then beyond.

They call it recklessness. I call it the only trade that has ever made me feel awake.

I checked the IPO calendar at 4:30 this morning, after the plunge, before the protein I am no longer eating, two nicotine pouches deep, heart rate a screaming hundred and one. Nothing yet. The Danes are out. My wife is at her sister's. The Cybertruck is collateral. The condo is collateral. Chad Oppenheimer has gone quiet.

I have never felt more sure.

And honestly, if the IPO somehow slips, I have been reading about a private quantum AI longevity startup that is pre-revenue, pre-product, and pre-, they tell me, "the concept of revenue as a limiting frame," and the founder is twenty-three and does not believe in sleep either. We are going to live forever and we are going to be on Mars. The synergies are obvious. I have already drafted the email introducing the two founders.

I cc'd no one. There is no one left to cc.

I think I'm early.

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@saberjet @IlirAliu_ Even in the replies to this, I've seen people claim "well folding shirts is easy for a human but hard to automate"
But automatic shirt folding machines have existed for a long time. Tech bros have a bad habit of just saying things without any research

https://t.co/MVaeRw6xYU

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@NegAffirmations @IlirAliu_ Machines do exist to fold shirts though....

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@AE30001Line @PebMet1 They aren't privatized "space as a service" contracts. You appear to not even know what's being discussed here. NASA had a huge say in JWST. NASA has no say in the contracts like commercial crew, HLS, CLPS, etc. As such, the involved companies are cutting corners to save $

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@AE30001Line @PebMet1 JWST, ULA, and Electron aren't examples of this wtf.
Dragon 1 and 2 and Falcon 9 have had very bad issues, some not public. Almost killed people before.
HLS, the Artemis space suit contract, CLPS, GLS, Starship, and other projects are a complete shit show

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@AE30001Line @PebMet1 Corrupt politics is the reason why NASA has been outsourcing things to private companies who have lower safety posture than NASA. And it's been going horribly wrong

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@john_malone @GaryMarcus @paulg I can't count how many times I've given valid SpaceX criticism, to have some Elon fanboy dipshit call me the R word and say I don't know anything about space

I'm a spaceflight industry engineer + helped send people around the moon recently. My profile pic is me on the launch pad

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@Mike_Lavag @PebMet1 Why do you think NASA is so strict on safety now days, significantly more strict than these private companies? Really disrespectful.

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@PebMet1 @ElonogyX Since there's so many toxic and uneducated dipshits replying to you, I guess I'll attempt to drop some educational material for them

https://t.co/sNQpLsAirc

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@PebMet1 @ElonogyX Data centers need significantly more heat rejection than a starlink because they use significantly more computing power. Elon once again showing he doesn't know jack shit about engineering