People need to eat. It’s just simply part of being within the ecosystem on Earth. When we voyage off Earth, as in an airplane ride or a visit to the International Space Station, then we bring our foods with us. And any waste gets carried along to re-enter into the Earth’s system when we land.
Not so if we want to put a colony on the Moon. On the Moon there’s no ecosystem. Nor is there any medium like flowing water or blowing atmosphere with which to transfer chemicals and energy from one life form to another. On the Moon or any other non-Earth location, people must bring along their own, artificial system.
And if we decide that we don’t like the system on Earth then we can even use the same concept here. Just as Seven-Eleven Japan has decided to do. Which may be a boon to space enthusiasts. But what does it say about the Earth ecosystem?
In medieval Europe the court jester held a very campy role. They made people laugh. While at the same time, they would provide incredible jewels of wisdom. Today, perhaps television comedians hold the same role. If so, space advocates need to pay attention. The comedians, as current jesters, may hold vital clues to ensuring an expanding human future.
If you had a choice today would you put people on the Moon or Mars? Well, you have a choice. Though perhaps there’s desire for both, are there enough resources for both? Some indications show NASA as primarily interested in a Lunar Gateway. Others indicate an interest by them in soon putting people on Mars. Given the nebulous state of the ISSs future, perhaps it’s wiser for all Earth’s nations to focus solely on one.
For us at the Lunar Colony Fund, it’s the Moon. We at the Lunar Colony Fund believe in an expanding role and presence for our species. We see the Moon as the perfect destination with the optimal risk / reward scenario. Join us and let’s make this choice a reality to give to our children.
“Could life be as simple as a puzzle?” mused Aditya. “Trivial as transitioning your playing piece from one point to the next? A connected, serial, monotonic existence. ‘Till at the final moment when your playing piece meets its final moment.”
His thoughts continued. “Do we advance by choosing the happiest next step? Or is it some Aristotlian summation where the next step is calculated based upon the total derived from all the previous? Happiness the goal? Or is happiness purely a perception. A consideration that we choose, either good or bad. Thus we would choose the next step based upon the aggregated, perceived accumulation to date. Whether we were really advancing to a summed happiness or not might be more a personal choice than the penultimate destination.”
While he considered parameters and influences along this line, his eyes scanned the vista in front. It was a shallow depression. Bowl shaped. Perhaps an ancient crater that’s been eroded after billions of years of ‘weathering’. He and Woof were assessing the shape for a potential greenhouse. The plan was to use it to grow a genetically induced strain of greens. These could be planted as the Sun rose and then harvested 30 days later as the Sun set on the Moon’s horizon. With this growth cycle, the colonists could regularly get fresh produce. And they’d have plenty of time to harvest the greens, package the produce into stay-fresh containers, store it then re-energize the hydroponic solution and set seeds for the next generation. It was a very calculated, cold, taciturn life for the plants. Aditya wondered about a plant’s life. Theirs was not the existence of contemplation and eloquent dissertation as he had become used to. Would the genetically modified plant accept this vocation?
“Did plants think? Did they feel?” he wondered. He already knew that they communicated. But to what end?
He advanced past the rim and toward the centre. The bowl’s depression fit the optimal shape as designed by the architects on Earth. The depression allowed for an elliptical cross section in the vertical plane; the most stable shape according to the elementalists. In some ways, the greenhouse would be virtually independent of the Moon. Other than the Moon providing gravity so as to ensure the proper flowing of liquids, it provided little else. A number of airlocks allowed the colonists to enter and exit. But they would do the same even if the greenhouse were floating in space. But in the reaches of space there’d be no need to evolve a plant with a 30 day life cycle. There, other factors, such as the platform’s rotational rate or the distance from the Sun, would be dominant. Here at the lunar south pole, the parameters were very particular.
His feet trudged through the light regolith. Little clouds of dust blew up on every footfall. The depression seemed solid. Neither his feet nor his hand sensor detected any cracks or even any discontinuities. It was as if the bowl had been readied for a giant Eggs Benedict opportunity. Could it be that the depression had been readied for the arrival of humans? Or was the discovery of the depression purely a fortuitous opportunity? He was indeed very happy that its shape fit the desired configuration. But he wasn’t yet certain as to why. Were humans destined to continue to find opportunities as they extended into the solar system? Or were they simply making their own opportunities and deciding that the choice was good. In any case, Aditya was having a very happy time as he pondered and wandered.