Though I’m no gambler, this is a lottery I’d love to take part in. Who wouldn’t want a free ticket beyond the atmosphere?
Buzz Aldrin (second man on the moon, unless you’re one of those conspiracists who believe it was all done by special effects) is going to hold a contest to make space travel available to people other than the incredibly rich. The idea is good, so it’s only a matter of seeing it become a reality. They still have yet to pick exactly which spacecraft would be taking the winner(s) up.
There are a few questions left to be answered, such as how “free” the ticket really is, since some of the most recent space tourists have had to pay almost 25k in taxes for the opportunity. Something doesn’t quite seem right about that. And, hey, this could be a great incentive to get in or stay in shape. Space travel doesn’t work well for those who shirk their health. I see a new fad diet on the horizon–the Zero-G Way to Melt Off the Pounds.
Of course, if you don’t like contests, or think your chances will be pretty slim, then you can always pay direct to get up to the space station and poke around. Just remember the ticket price is lingering around 25 million. And if you have that much money sitting in the corner, why not pass a little this way so I can scrap off the rest of my student loans and never have to worry about them again? Trust me, you wouldn’t even notice the amount was gone, and I’d come see your slideshow of the trip, showing you and the kids with all your heads cropped out of the pictures of the nebulas and starfields.
Whatcha say? Any space-tourist millionaires want to help me out? Maybe if I win the lottery, I can hawk the ticket on ebay for a little cash.
I see that smile.
If I have to poop in my pants, it’s a deal-breaker.
Mir<--remembers TANG...
What’s wrong with reliving childhood a little, Mir? Don’t you want to recapture that youthful impulsiveness?
My cut-off for youthful recapturings is, oh, 18. And I was well into my proper bathroom habits by then. Thank God.
Mir the Unpooped Panted