We have an insatiable desire to reach out, explore and develop. Our passion is demonstrated with the backing for another Star Wars movie and its filming begun. We continually hear vociferous demands for letting people live off planet Earth whether on to Mars, a settlement on the Moon or tying up with an asteroid. Yet, we know that passion is one thing while funding is another perhaps even more demanding a prerequisite than desire. The Lunar Colony Fund brings these two together, encouraging people to empower their emotion and invent evermore practical ways to raise money so as to bring space that much closer.
We at the Lunar Colony Fund continue our out-reach efforts. We have been approaching organizations and people seeking their contributions. There is consensus, we can and must do this to empower humanity’s future. We are continuing to help people see the benefit of looking at the future rather than fixating on the present. Keep up your support of our organization, donate now, and we will get this happening even sooner.
Their supper that evening was restrained. They could almost put a numerical value to their decreased chances of survival because of Valentina’s accident. As a precaution, they had all undertaken a work ‘contraction’. While for the most part they were their own bosses, group survival was paramount. Returning Valentina to health without any other incident was their surest path to long term survival so egresses from the Habitat occurred only for safety measures. Equally, the three healthy colonists had reduced consumption to ensure that Valentina had all she needed.
While coordinating their meals, Xu reminded all of them of the importance of risk management. They had no safety net. Small problems on Earth could easily become life threatening as Valentina had demonstrated. Further, their triage and medical supplies were limited and finite. They had to reuse everything; bandages, needles, and casts. Or they’d be without. After the event, Xu’s emotions raged. Worry and concern over Valentina’s condition put a sharp edge to all her thoughts. Anger at the accident, Valentina’s lack of attention, the poor design of the equipment, the harshness of the environment beat upon her calm demeanor. She knew that emotions weren’t going to fix anything but she was certainly going to use hers to proclaim her concern and keep her three companions in check. When she had to, she ruled absolutely and rigidly.
Jean felt another wave of guilt wash over him. He had contributed to the design of the excavation robot that had injured Valentina. He hadn’t seen the potential for the grinding wheel to reach beyond the machine’s walls. But it had. He was incredibly chastened. Worried that his eagerness to please his colleagues, his desire to control the Moon’s basic elements had all contributed. Yes, the excavator was more efficient and had been more capable of carving shapes in the rock substrate. But today’s cost exceeded the return. He would not nor could not let this happen again. Their survival rested upon success. Continual success.
At Valentina’s side, Desai happily shared his drink with her. His warm demeanour and comforting manner kept all of them that much more relaxed. Yet, his mind wandered to other possibilities. “Would human blood on an alien world lead to the inception of life?”. “Is there any life on the surface of this rock that could invade the human body?”. Certainly no evidence arose from the earlier Apollo missions. But, they couldn’t do an exhaustive survey. While smiling, he watched Valentina and wondered if alien invaders were already at work in her blood stream, coursing and threading through her body, making it into their own.
Being the centre of attention and not controlling it bothered Valentina. She felt fine though weak. Her fingers brushed up against Desai’s arm, taking life from his vibrancy. She cowered a bit under the wrath of Xu. Normally she feared nothing but her relationship with the other colonist excised her natural narcissism. Jean and Xu had stitched up her leg, the muscle was barely touched. Valentina felt the throbbing but worse, she felt the sedation toying at her brain, preventing her from continuing her investigations. She took this as a lesson to herself; life on the Moon was beyond precious and she had to do everything she could to maintain it whether it was her own, her colleagues or any of the other flora and fauna that lived with them in the Habitat.
Xu held tight on the gash that ran roughly across Valentina’s thigh. Jagged metal from a developmental excavator had sliced into her skin and her blood was almost spurting out. Given the absence of air pressure on the lunar surface then any break in a person’s protective covering could quickly be fatal. Jean skipped up with an inflatable cast and slide it up Valentina’s leg and overtop both the wound and Xu’s hand. Xu pulled the tab to automatically release the air into the cast while simultaneously pulling her hand off. She saw the cast fill and stiffen. She straightened then put one of Valentina’s arms over her shoulder while Jean took the other and the three of them hobbled across the short distance to the Habitat’s airlock.
Health and safety were Xu’s domain. Her natural affinity and compassion together with a sharp mind made her a natural fit. She thought of the four colonists and how they were an interesting group as they all had remarkable vitality as well as few genetic precursors. Not only did this mean that they should age with few or no diseases but also she didn’t expect flus or viruses to invade their domain. Still she had read about how some astronauts in the space station had developed colds during a flight so she was prepared. With their reliance upon doctors living upon Earth and the absence of diagnostic equipment and pharmacies, she knew that simple medical inconveniences on Earth might turn into fatalities on the Moon so she hoped to never need use her skills.
Valentina’s cut was Xu’s first real emergency and it had evolved quickly. Valentina and Jean had been trialing adaptations to a robot but when Valentina stepped in for a closer inspection, she had misjudged the distance and been struck by a moving part. Xu, sitting in the Habitat module, had heard the commotion over the intercom and had suited-up, grabbed the portable emergency kit and in a few strong bounds was upon the scene. She hurriedly looked about; at the robotic excavator standing still, at the small hole in the ground by the regolith and at the odd red ground colour by Valentina. The blood on the ground was probably the only colour she had seen on the Moon’s surface since they landed. It seemed to be clumping in the regolith. Little showed on the surface and its capillary action created an odd slight depression at its edges. She couldn’t tell how much blood Valentina had lost but from looking at her pale, constrained face, Xu knew that it was significant. She told Desai, who was still in the Habitat module, to tap into Valentina’s biometric data and relay it to her own screen. Xu saw the very low blood pressure and the heart rate slowing. In a swirl of dust, she got Valentina seated on the ground and put her hand tightly over the wound to sense the depth of the cut. She had Jean pull the inflatable cast from the kit and ready it over Valentina’s foot. Absently, she thought of how her practise made her actions near automatic so she felt no undue alarm as she brought things back into order.
At the Habitat, Jean left them in the airlock and returned to the excavator to clean up the field site. While the outer part of the airlock was small, it could in an emergency, handle four suited people. Valentina rested up against the wall while Xu waited for the dust and dirt to clear and the air to fill the cavity. When safe, she quickly doffed her suit and stored it. She help Valentina out of her’s; all except the lower half that was fixed by the air cast. She gently assisted Valentina into the vestibule while Desai prepared for her on the other side. With a swoosh, one door slid closed and the interior one opened and Valentina fell into Desai’s arms. Xu waited her turn while watching as Desai carried Valentina to their infirmary.
We often look to science fiction stories when considering our future. This might seem foolish but authors like Arthur C. Clarke and Jules Verne were pretty good at writing of possible futures and the associated technology. Nevertheless, while their imagination may show us to a possible reality, only hard work will have us becoming a space traveling species. Keep this in mind when anyone asks, “Why bother with a lunar colony?” Certainly, a future that includes us living amongst the stars will be hard. But what’s the alternative? Do we really want to condemn our species to this one small planet that’s circling a very average star? Of course not. Let’s all keep striving together to build a future that would make today’s science fiction authors proud.
We at the Lunar Colony Fund have begun our outreach to other organizations. We are asking for their endorsement to show the average potential contributor that we are indeed a worthwhile cause. If you have suggestions on which organizations to approach or if you represent an organization that wants to participate, please, contact us!