Dear Fellow Lunar Enthusiasts,

Yes, people are our greatest asset. Keeping asking them to become members of the Lunar Colony Fund. But, in many parts of the world, a corporation stands on its own as much as does a person. So, don’t hesitate to ask corporate officers if they would like to become members as well. We will need the assistance of everyone to get our colony in place.

It’s good to see that interest in the Moon seems to be increasing all across the globe. We continually hear of opportunities being launched by NASA, ESA and ROSCOSMOS. China has recently stepped up with their own; a landing on the dark side of the Moon. Very interesting. Also, Moon Express has done some exciting teaming for a mission to place a series of laser range finder arrays upon the Moon. Now if colonists were on the Moon, then the reflectors could be positioned with the utmost of care.

We at the Lunar Colony Fund continue to grow and prosper. We are actively seeking more corporate memberships. Please help us with this and with continuing to seek personal memberships

Mark Mortimer

Lunar Colony Fund

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Logbook #34


Le chapitre 34

Xu watched their Hab’s porch light as its intensity increased, maximized and then faded away to nothing. It was a safety beacon that shone out both horizontally and vertically. The light would guide lost travellers to the Hab whether they were walking or travelling through space in a spaceship. There was pretty well no chance that the light would serve any practical purpose as radar beacons crisscrossed everywhere about her; totally unseen by her eye but always there to guide. In spite of the supremacy of the radar, Xu felt a certain warmth knowing that the porch light remained on every day, every hour whether the Sun bathed them with its cosmic radiation or darkness pervaded the land.

She stood at the praecipe that led down to their first well. One could hardly call it a well but in essence that was what they had found. Deep along their crater’s wall perpetually hidden from the Sun’s glare, the rock contained traces of ice. Superficial assaying found enough to trigger alarms so their team acted and retraced the route that Woof had taken to the spot. There, they undertook a more exhaustive survey. Taking these new samples back to the Hab for analysis showed that the rock indeed contained enough water to make the region a potential source for the colonists. Nevertheless, accessing the water was not as simple as heating up the rock so that the ice would melt into water and into their catch basins. The water concentration stood at parts per million with a few places at parts per thousand. Though this evidence validated the existence of the colony at the Moon’s south pole they needed now to draw out and collect the water while using the least amount of energy as possible. They would use the best practices of the miners on planet Earth. Once they determined the extent of the water then they would have their supporters on Earth rocket in a purpose built processor directly to a location central to the water mass. As well, a large solar collector would get emplaced along the rim of the crater to collect energy from the Sun and send it via cables to the processor. The last component was a purpose built robotic excavator that could break up, extract and transport rock to the processor. With minimal intervention from the colonists, these would all work to get the ore, process it, collect water and replace the tailings in a way that would minimize disturbance to the crater yet maximize the production of water. So was their dream and their dreams had few bounds except for the hard, cold reality of an unforgiving existence on the Moon. Xu began down the incline to take the final survey. Her boot had the specialized spikes to drive into the regolith. In addition to being designed to quickly and permanently stay in the ground, the spikes had a special radar reflector at their top to eventually guide the robotic excavator. They would probably jangle and screech if she were walking on Earth as the Terran atmosphere could carry the sound. But here on the Moon, there was no atmosphere so no sound. There was actually very little distinction of any sort whatsoever to distract her on her journey.

Her boots made a slight crunching sound that seemed to get transmitted through her suit and into her ears. “Probably just vinyl garment grinding against itself”, she thought. The glare from the waning Sun made the normal, high-contrast view even harsher. While this scene had no comparison on Earth, she had grown to appreciate and even enjoy it; for all its beauty and desolation. The lack of any disturbance, whether bird or cricket or even from a zephyr of air, permeated into her and left her with a certain relaxed calmness. Odd that even after a few Earth-months on the Moon she reveled in the solitary quiet, far from the invasive din that blanketed the Earth’s surface and far from the sparse interaction of her fellow colonists.

Logbook #33


Le chapitre 33

Jean logged off from the social media site and sighed. He couldn’t grasp the notion of paparazzi converging on his avatar or that he was somehow a ‘hot item’! He happily related to machines and equipment; sometimes speaking to them with quite emphatic animation and sometimes not terribly pleasantly. However, conjoining with a superficial 2-dimensional image dancing on a computer and from it, having to appease tens of thousands of iconic worshipers kind of freaked him out. Nevertheless, he pulled his shift.

All four colonists knew that they had to maintain a vibrant interaction with their support base on Earth. They couldn’t stick their heads into their surroundings and let the Earthlings forget that a nascent colony on the Moon was struggling every day just to survive. If they faded into the background, they’d lose support as much as occurred with the Apollo program and everyone knew what happened to that. Still, Jean enjoyed tantalizing and sensationalizing his situation even if he couldn’t fathom the rationale. Surprisingly, human emotions seemed to be the hot topic. Almost everyone wanted to know who Jean liked, who he was sleeping with and what plans he had to conquer the other colonists. While he happily lived up to the billing of the sky-high-plumber and wrote lasciviously about his physical exploits, most was pure hyperbole. Jean and his three team members knew that co-operation was key to their survival. They didn’t have the luxury of petty strife or germane bickering as might be wont on well overpopulated planet Earth. Therefore, he would spend the supper before his media stint talking with his friends about what to say and what to imply so that twitter feeds would light up with news from the Colony. Happily, almost immediately afterward they would see a jump in donations, meaning they’d just bought a few more hours of supply and support. He really looked forward to being independent of Earth but he knew that was well into the future so he soldiered on with the ridiculous charade on Earth’s social net.

With a sigh, he smoothly raised himself from the computer chair and headed to the vestibule. Though he had hoped that his Earth toned muscles would make him feel like Superman when on the Moon, he had been noticing that every week he seemed to struggle more with routine actions just as when he was on Earth. As he had been warned, his body was becoming accustomed to life on the Moon; his muscles being only enough to keep his body capable in the low gravity, his heart and lungs beating for this new situation. He kept at the treadmill and bio-resistance machine but he knew that any re-introduction into Earth’s gravity would come with a very difficult adaptation process. He had kept his options open. Waiting to see what happens before deciding whether to return or not. But with every day on the Moon he felt more and more comfortable and eager to stay. He doffed his Hab garment, a slight gown of thinnest material, and began the steps of donning the egress suit. It had many layers, each with a particular trait to help with survival and mobility. While at times he felt like the marshmallow man when he was so dressed, he also felt greatly comforted knowing that there was some significant protection between him and the infinity of space arching over him. The denizens on Earth wouldn’t care much about the complexities of walking on the lunar surface or the ability of their robotic borer to excavate a safety chamber. But just tell them a little of their typical daytime garments in the Hab and their interest surged. He really couldn’t understand how so many people could be so occupied with such trivial banality.