Quazum

ENGAGEMENT 25

 Dr. Palmer hurriedly walked down the Space Exploration hallway calling out, “Okay, I want all scientists going on today’s mission fully prepared! First, get all new items approved and packed into SEA bags that will be loaded in private quarters of the solar jet. Have final tests taken by Dr. Kjell to insure perfect health with no surprises. You will change into a full ensemble of approved exploration suits, and then you will all sit behind me as I make the Quazmopolis presentation and answer questions of the media.”

“The takeoff’s not until ten o’clock,” responded Chris, another scientist going on the mission. “Maybe we could just wave at the cameras when we’re going on board.”

“The press conference is a big part of the mission. We need to involve the public and make them aware of this exploration,” answered Palmer without hesitation. “If we can get the world behind us, then we can go on many more missions to the unexplored planets and moons in other galaxies. That is our mission.”

Pilot Jenkins seemed confused as he walked out of his office. “So, is the crew just going to sit in the background watching you answer all the media questions?”

“No,” answered Palmer. “You are to look like a technical agency of trained scientists completely prepared to head out on this seven-day mission. You can just fake it, Jenkins.”

Another explorer and the man in charge of first aid, Oliver, also seemed partially confused as he walked out of his office carrying his special space pants. “So why are we wearing these uncomfortable space suits just for a press conference?”

Dr. Palmer walked over, “After the press conference we will be packing supplies, of new technical research equipment, and testing communications. Take off is scheduled for ten o’clock, and we will load approved items and gear in storage reserves before the final boarding for Quazmopolis take-off. You are all to look completely prepared.”

“Yes sir,” responded Lacy as she stepped out fully dressed in the formal space uniform and carrying her helmet.

Palmer smiled at Lacy’s usual enthusiasm and continued, “Boarding will commence immediately after the conclusion of the press conference. Inconsistencies or failure to comply with any of SEA regulations will result in immediate termination, before or the after mission. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir,” replied Lacy.

As the group of scientists slowly began walking out of the offices, partially dressed in formal gear and carrying half-packed open bags for the mission, Dr. Palmer looked down at his watch and headed back into his office.

* * *

Ben was sitting at his desk posting email and reading news clips as crowds of scientists rushed back and forth in front of his door. He stretched out and yawned when he saw the time change on his computer clock. Casually, Ben walked down the hall and into the kitchen where he poured himself a cup of black coffee. When Alice noticed Ben at the counter, she walked up surprised. “Ben? How are you doing?”

“I’m fine, just bored actually.”

“You want to be going on the mission to Quazmopolis too, hunh?”

Ben laughed and took a sip from his mug. “I’ll be operating the mission documentation and aerial recording equipment directly from headquarters. As usual, I’ll be doing all the technical work... and getting no credit.”

“Aww... I appreciate your work,” answered Alice as she poured her cup of coffee. “Everyone at Space Exploration deserves credit.”

“It’s just so much time and money is going into this trip to nowhere.”

“You just don’t want to be without Lacy for a week.”

“The timing is just bad,” answered Ben. “The wedding is scheduled for next month, and my family’s planning this big formal celebration. Now she’s running off on this adventure. Bad timing.”

“It’s just a week, Ben. Not a big deal.”

“A week in space and a week of immunization. Two dangerous weeks.”

“There are men on board that will protect her.”

“Yeah, right...” When the hot double serving of black coffee was finally poured into the large cup, Ben slowly made his way down the long hall towards his office. He noticed very few people and many unoccupied closed office doors and seemed surprised. Ben sat again in front of his giant screen computer and began searching through news posts and reading personal emails.

The fancy computer began speaking up with advertisements, “Buy a New Used Car today!” and “New dating site will help you…” Ben continued closing windows and opening files of office memos before a document posted by Dr. Palmer popped up. Ben clicked the icon and began hearing information about the Quazmopolis mission. Computer announced specifics, “Temperature averages on Quazmopolis will range over one hundred and seventy-five degrees, with highs rising above one fifty...”

When Ben opened video of the bold colored rock surface, he saw smoke sometimes simmering in the heat of sunlight. After clicking on various icons, descriptions and pictures of each scientist began flashing. Ben clicked on details, and the computer began announcing, “Scientists involved in the mission are all graduates of the Space Exploration Master’s Degree program.”

Ben clicked on the picture of Lacy, and the computer continued, “One girl selected for this mission is twenty-three-year-old Lacy Meaux. Lacy has a degree in Biology from the University of Louisiana. She also earned a Master’s degree from the Space Exploration Academy. Additional personal information is unknown.”

Further information came up about the mission with descriptions of dangers. “One common side effect of a seven-day exploration in space is loneliness and exhaustion. Scientists have been known to react with strong feelings of hatred or love. Sensitive emotional responses may lead to intense fights or personal relations with fellow crew members.”

Ben shook his head, then continued searching through files on the computer. “Trip will be made in newest technology of Sixty-Three A Solar Jet, which is able to travel faster and land safer on imbalanced rocky surface.”

Pages of information scrolled down, and voice continued starting announcements before Ben clicked on a picture of a young man. Computer voice then announced, “Young scientist involved in today’s exploration is Chris Thomas, who graduated from the University of Florida with a degree in Chemical Science. He has earned a Master's Degree also from Space Exploration, in the same class as other SEA scientist Lacy Meaux. Chris has a big family background in Space Exploration dating back twenty-five years, when his father helped foster the first space exploration outside the solar system. Other members of the Thomas family have worked in the US Air Force and US Space Force include sister and two cousins...”

Annoyed by the information, Ben closed the page and then opened boxes of information on other scientists. “Older and more experienced scientist and doctor, Oliver Simon, will be overseeing life support capabilities. Paul Jenkins is a pilot with more than twenty-five years of experience in flying solar jets around solar systems in the Milky Way and other galaxies...”

As Ben continued selectively scrolling down the page reading information and listening to the computer, his complex desk phone rang out. Annoyed, Ben tried to ignore the sound before giving in and pressing buttons. Ben then spoke politely, “Hello. This is Ben Thomas. How can I help you?”

Alice spoke out with a confused voice, “Ben! Dr. Palmer wants everyone in the press room. He asked me to send all employees to the master hall for the press conference thirty minutes ago.”

Ben immediately pulled the phone off the hook and seemed a bit confused, “Press conference? Oh yeah. I was just on my way.”

“Just go in the back door, and stay out of sight.”

“Sure. I’m on my way,” answered Ben. “Not a problem. You can let Dr. Palmer know I went in early.” Ben then put down the phone, grabbed his jacket and hurried out the door, then waved at Alice as he ran by.

* * *

Inside the SEA briefing room, a group of seven fully dressed scientists all sat motionless on chairs at the back of stage. Head scientist, doctor, and sponsor Dr. William Palmer stood at the podium calmly speaking into the microphone. “The Quazmopolis moon was first discovered and documented seventeen years ago by qualified scientists of the Space Exploration force. The revolutionary body of this Kepler Solar System discovery was documented with exploration satellites proving an atmosphere of nitrogen and oxygen very similar to earth.”

In spite of raised hands in the media crowd, Dr. Palmer continued, “Exploration ships were initially not able to land on the hard granite surface due to the powerful gravity levels. Disposable shuttle ships landed on a hard rock surface on one stretch of land and sent back photos and video. The gravity amounts to one point seven three pounds to one pound on earth. That means the weight of the Space Exploration explorers is nearly double their weight on earth. And that is why we lost Pilot Gordon in the previous Quazmopolis mission.”

Lacy sat listening politely and remembering her experience during that first mission when Pilot Gordon disregarded orders, removed his helmet and walked across the hard rock. He fell and cracked his skull open. Although no evidence was recorded, it was reported that an ongoing blood drip took his life.

 Dr. Palmer reached down to the podium and pushed buttons creating a wide screen three-dimensional monitor over the backs of the Space Exploration crew. With moving gestures over the podium, the screen began displaying shots taken from satellites of the planets in the solar system. Palmer slowly zoomed into a close-up shot of one large moon revolving around the fourth planet in the Kepler solar system, Quazmopolis.

As the reporters began taking pictures and recording the realistic three-dimensional video, Ben poked his head into the back door and quietly walked along the curtain to an open chair without attracting attention.

Dr. Palmer looked annoyed when he noticed Ben in the audience but continued, “As I was saying, the land is a sharp rock surface comparable to a form of hard granite stone on earth. It is made up of a variety of colors, ranging from a wide spectrum of primary colors to a simple black and white.”

The pictures on the screen then showed photos and videos of the surface demonstrating a variety of unusual rock shapes and sizes with a beautiful variation of colors. From the audience, the sounds of impressed reporters rung out.

“Water on Quazmopolis is not digestible to the human body. It is condensed with salt, iron, and nitrogen chemicals similar to oceans on our planet. That natural water will be collected, processed and transformed into a beverage that can be easily digested by the Space Exploration scientists. It may not taste the same but will be fine for maintaining the constant hydration of our team.”

The studio of reporters suddenly began to laugh as Pilot Jenkins scrunched his nose and made a face. That quickly ended when Dr. Palmer spun around to look at each scientist.

Palmer then continued, “During this mission, explorers will be collecting samples of the colorful stones. It is believed that much of the granite-like rock material was created by volcanic explosions that occurred more than one hundred million years ago.”

The next page on the screen was a graphic chart, which popped up with a list of numbers. “The rock surface will rapidly absorb the heat of the daytime sunlight, creating temperatures nearing one hundred and fifty degrees. Days will last about ten hours, and the nights on Quazmopolis will see temperatures dropping to twenty degrees below zero, Fahrenheit.”

“Our crew will be splitting their time going out two and a half hours before and after sunrise, and then two and a half hours before and after sunset. The other ten hours per day will be spent documenting all discoveries, and of course sleeping.”

The reporters appeared impressed as they scribbled notes and then began raising their hands and calling for attention.

“I will now answer some questions,” said Dr. Palmer calmly as he pointed into the crowd. “Ms. Brenda, from the National Post Observer.”

“Yes. What kind of safety precautions will scientists be taking to avoid a possible fall due to the added weight?”

“As mentioned before, scientists will wear helmet when walking on the surface and will maintain a minimal distance from the solar jet. Byrne from the Advocate!”

“What could be the damage of a scientist outside during an excessive hot or cold time period?”

Dr. Palmer studied his chart before answering. “Temperatures in the morning missions will range from thirty-two to one hundred twenty degrees Fahrenheit, and will be the same during the five hours in the afternoon. The suits you see will adjust temperatures against the human body from seventies to eighties, based on exterior heat and power from solar panels.”

“Will there be rain on Quazmopolis?” asked another reporter.

Palmer adjusted the computer screen showing faraway clouds in a strange color sky before responding, “Any showers on Quazmopolis will quickly evaporate before contacting the hard rock surface. As mentioned before, all drinking water and food will be processed from salt water and taken directly from the solar jet.”

Another reporter raising her hand yelled out her question, “Could there possibly be any forms of life on Quazmopolis now? Like just a plant?”

“We will be examining the various rock and testing for possible amoeba or cell exposing a possible life form,” responded Dr. Palmer. “It may be too small to measure on Quazmopolis but will be tested when solar jet returns.”

The reporters from all variations of the press were writing and recording information before Ben raised his hand and asked politely, “Have we determined a purpose for this mission?”

Dr. Palmer was annoyed by the insensitive comment from a Space Exploration employee and adjusted the microphone. Reporters remained silent as Ben continued, “I’m just curious, since these scientists will be risking their lives in these extraneous temperatures. What exactly is the purpose of this mission?”

All attention then turned to Dr. Palmer. He seemed to be thinking of an answer as he flipped through notes on the stage, then began slowly. “The Quazmopolis mission will be exploring a moon capable of supporting human life, studying a new combination of elements in the rock, and attempting to plant a life capable of surviving the temperatures of Quazmopolis.”

Reporters looked around and appeared satisfied with the goals of the mission, while Ben leaned back also pretending to approve of the answer.

“Will living conditions be safe to the explorers?” asked another reporter.

Dr. Palmer continued, “Solar powered air conditioning will keep the jet comfortable during the day and warm at night. Scientists will also be wearing a light silk fabric material, helping to maintain body-temperatures. And explorers will be in Solar Jet during the cold parts of the night, and the hot parts of the day. Thank you.”

As Dr. Palmer began to pick up files, reporters jumped up. “How much do you expect this mission to be costing? Who will be paying for the mission?”

Palmer walked back to the mic. “My personal donations will be picking up all costs. New solar powered engines will be providing power, water, and breathable air. There will be no costs to taxpayers.”

Cameras flashed, and reporters jumped up asking further questions as Palmer and scientists walked out of the press room.

“What dangers do you see for scientists?”

“Do you expect to discover anything that could be used on earth?”

“What is the possibility of losing members of the crew and the ship?”

As the press room doors closed, Dr. Palmer hurried down the hallway to the SEA preparation quarters announcing to scientists, “Please prepare for take-off in one hour. Gather and check off all sleeping required bed and bath utensils. Remember, this flight will not be returning for seven days.”

The crew walked by when Dr. Palmer called out to Ben who was walking towards Lacy. “Ben Thomas? I’d like to speak with you.”

“But sir, I’ve got a few things I’m working on,” answered Ben. “I can come after I...”

Dr. Palmer interrupted and pointed, “In my office.”

Ben looked back as Lacy was walking out with other scientists fully dressed in the exploration gear, then turned and walked away.

Another scientist, Chris, turned to Lacy after noticing the awkward moment. “Lacy, what’s Ben so upset about? He should be thrilled that you’re even getting this opportunity.”

“He just doesn’t want to lose me for seven days. He’ll miss me.  Plus, his family’s been planning our wedding for a year, and he’s got invitations and family flying in from all around the world. It’s going to be a big wedding for his entire family.”

“And what about your family?”

“Actually, I don’t have much family,” answered Lacy with a laugh. “At least no one interested in a wedding.”

“Well, I’ll be there. And I’ll look after you on Quazmopolis,” answered Chris as he put his hand on Lacy’s shoulder. “Ben’s got nothing to worry about!”

“I think that’s exactly what he is worried about.” Lacy said with a laugh as they walked into preparation quarters and began loading the solar jet.

* * *

Ben was uncomfortably waiting outside of Dr. Palmer’s office before Palmer walked up and opened the door. The big hi-tech office was surrounded with photos and videos playing on the walls of a variety of spacecraft takeoffs. On the wall was also a list of degrees and Certifications awarded to Dr. Palmer.

Palmer sat down behind the desk and began sorting out files before he finally looked over at Ben, who appeared confused, politely waiting for instructions. “Ben Thomas? I would like a word with you. Please sit down.”

 Ben walked over politely and sat in the chair in front of Palmer’s desk. He looked around the room and pretended to be serious. Dr. Palmer finally turned to Ben. “Do you know why you’re in here?”

“Uhhh... Because you wanted to talk to me?”

“The exploration leaving today is something I’ve been working on for the last ten years. Sending satellites, exploration missions, and recovering from Pilot Gordon’s disaster.  Getting this new solar jet ready, compounding supplies and preparing the group of scientists was the easy part. And now I have to deal with...”

Ben interrupted, “I understand all that’s gone into the preparation of this mission. I’ve been going through it too, and I’m just...”

Getting angry, Dr. Palmer interrupted again, “No one understands this Quazmopolis mission. Previous missions have brought nothing but unexplained disaster...”

“I think each mission has an explanation...”

“Do you realize the history of enigmatic tragedies in simple explorations of the Quazmopolis moon,” asked Dr. Palmer. “They are not all public information. Seven years ago, the first rocket inexplicably disappeared from orbit. Another mission recharging solar power in the Kepler satellite blew up. I’ve tried to keep that secret.”

Ben seemed annoyed by the long explanation.

Dr. Palmer continued, “Two years ago, this mysterious disappearance of Pilot Gordon. It’s being explained as a simple trip on the rock, but we never found a body. It was all a mystery.”

“There are space missions coming in and going out every day. Companies are discovering new solar systems all over the galaxy, and we just have to keep exploring this moon in the middle of nowhere.”

 “This moon could possibly support life. No other space mission in history has ever accomplished that.” Dr. Palmer looked annoyed when he looked up to see Ben’s reaction to his detailed descriptions. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Sure.”

“Ben, I understand your engagement to Lacy Meaux, but you need...”

“Yes sir,” answered Ben. “But that has nothing to do with Quazmopolis. The wedding’s not for a couple of months. The mission will be over. It’s just the timing.”

“I am sending at least one member of every s*x, age and race – with no risk to family or dependents,” said Palmer. “That is a requirement. Lacy is the best girl for this job, and I believe I can trust everything she does, and every decision she makes.”

“Yes. You can trust her,” answered Ben. “Lacy is one girl everyone can trust.”

“I am willing to overlook your irrespective comments,” said Dr. Palmer as he stood up. “But I want an attitude of one hundred percent support from all Space Exploration workers. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir,” responded Ben as he stood up. “Not a problem.”

Palmer walked over to open the door, “And you swear to me you will bring no further outbursts belittling this exploration?”

“I am one hundred percent in support of the Quazmopolis mission.”

“Then lay out the full course and supply documentation before the crew boards,” said Palmer. “Get it all processed and accessible to my computer.”

Ben jumped up and quickly made his way to the door. “I’ll have it done before take-off.”

* * *

After racing down the long hallway, Ben ran through offices and up to the press area to the window overseeing a group of scientific explorers wearing suits and carrying masks. The scientists were making their way over the ramp and into the solar jet. Families were saying their goodbyes and waving from the windowed entrance. The press continued shooting video with live reporters describing the mission.

“The Quazmopolis crew is now making their way out to the solar jet.”

“Crew members are made up of men and women of all ages and from countries around the world!”

Ben ran past the media and families, showed his badge, and quickly made his way over to the window. Lacy was almost onto the jet.

“Lacy, wait!” yelled Ben. “I just want to tell you something before you go!”

“Ben! What is it?” answered Lacy with a confused look.

Ben struggled to talk in front of the staring scientists and media. “I just wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell you that I really... I really wish you lots of.... Lots of success on this mission.”

Scientists then laughed and continued making their way on. Other families and media shot video and continued making announcements.

“Thank you, Ben,” responded Lacy with a smile. “I’ll see you next week.”

“Just be careful,” Ben said as he watched Lacy walking on board the ship.

Chris stopped at the door to politely let Lacy pass in line and laughed. “I’ll watch her for you, Ben. And I’ll make sure she’s in perfect condition when she returns from Quazmopolis, whatever it takes!”

Ben was annoyed watching Chris follow Lacy through the doorway of the Solar Jet. Pilot Jenkins then pulled and sealed the jet door. Ben walked back into the area surrounded by reporters and families and quietly watched as the Solar Jet’s engines started. As the jet slowly began lifting off, it looked like a helicopter without a propeller.

* * *

Inside the jet, Pilot Jenkins began speaking over the P.A., “Solar Jet Forty-Seven-D is set for take-off. Next stop will be the Avant moon in the Kepler Solar System. It’s a place called Quazmopolis.”

The jet then began firing steam through engines, before moving straight up like a rocket flying high and over the ocean. Media and families began applauding. Reporters immediately approached Ben and started asking questions.

“What do you predict will come of this mission?” asked the first reporter as he pushed the microphone into Ben’s face.

“Will you miss your fiancé on a mission to this lifeless moon?” asked another reporter.

“Do you see a point in exploring Quazmopolis?”

Ben stood motionless, not listening, as he watched the solar jet disappear.