A theory proposed quite a while back for a potential trip to Mars introduced a methodology whereby a series of nuclear explosions would act as thrust and propel us to the Red Planet.
This method of acceleration would begin with an initial explosion:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXFVsrl08w4
This initial explosion would be violent, shaking the ship with horror and giving the pilots and initial Mars trip pioneers quite the scare.
After a level of momentum was reached, a second, almost equally violent explosion would follow:
This explosion would certainly re-ignite the anxiety levels of all those on board. For, although they know they are going to Mars, it is a novel and risky mission.
Some on board would consider, that if it were not a well-planned, well-researched, well-constructed ship and mission, to a degree that would almost guarantee success, they would not be in the ship in the first place.
As the time ticks by, and momentum heightens, a third explosion ignites. This one, feeding off of the momentum of the prior 2 explosions is quite dramatic indeed:
And so they were off, undoubtedly out of the atmosphere and on their way through space. This ship, that seems to get stronger with every blast, was looking strong enough to handle the acceleration, and the mission, ingenious in its creation, and flawless in its construction, was looking on course for success.
Many more potential Mars pioneers were resolute through this explosion then the previous. Some still staggered and sat at the edge of their seats, surely in a position to get shaken out of their confidence. Regardless, they were in this amazing machine, hurtling through space.
And so the momentum gained, and the explosions drew ever closer together, as this next explosion crossed a certain threshold:
What is that threshold? Well, as the orchestrators and brilliant minds behind this mission likely assumed, there would come a point in time where those on board, all those on board, the ones in their seats, the ones on the edge, the securely buckled and frantic alike, would reach a point of collective confidence.
In their minds now, it is certain, not certain they would reach the Red Planet, but certain the ship is constructed of the highest grade and most cutting edge materials. Certain the mission was planned by minds with a level of intelligence so far to the right of the Bell-Curve they likely overshadow their counterparts by an exponential degree equal to the number of satoshis in a bitcoin.
The ship is now full of so much rational and reasoned confidence, resolution, and stability of hand, that the organizers of this momentous and earth-shattering plan are surely breathing a sigh of relief.
For you see, the atmosphere is behind us, the moon is ahead, and after we let more on board at that point, it will still be 10x the distance from the Moon to Mars, as it was from the Earth to the Moon.
When we do reach the Moon, we would already have reached a level of acceleration and momentum as to render each successive explosion a mere extension of the preceding one. All those on board will be unable to notice there is even an explosion. At that point, the trip will be a smooth, comfortable ride.
Before you know it, we will reach a place we've never been. A world we've never quite experienced. Full of potential and promise, this new world will need an order. Perhaps, a new, world order.
Buckle up, calm of hand, window seat, the Moon is approaching. And we know what will come next. Thank you planners of the mission, you have done the world a great service.
