Water Balloon Space Ship
       to bring train loads of things back to orbits around Earth

  < 7/3/2010 12:50:04 AM A Zuppero, commissioned and paid for by Paul Sturrock.


Imagine an ice cave inside some near Earth object, with
water dripping into pools and collection tanks.

 

Imagine a Space Shuttle nudging a water balloon as big as the 85 yard line of a football field,
silently, through the black night of space.


Imagine someone in orbit around earth getting hold of
five long train loads of anything,

       like 50,000 tons of steel or water,
              to use for making space ships,
              rocket fuel propellant,
              shielding,
              solar power satellites,
              really big space ships,
              and all kinds of imaginative,
spacey things.

 



Imagine the Shuttle uses water in steam rockets heated by small nuclear reactor heaters.

Imagine a nuclear water heater melting the ice cave.


50,000 tons is about as much mass as 400 Space Shuttles all at once.

 

If humans are lucky, the near Earth object will be a moon of Mars called Deimos.

 
We just recently realized water is almost everywhere in the space relatively near Earth. (recently = last 20 years -- things happen slowly in space)

If we are lucky, the water will enable a human

Exodus to elsewhere, not Earth.

 

You don't need to read the calculations in the Appendix showing that the water ship to deliver 50,000 tons to LEO is relatively simple. The simplicity and relatively familiar hardware masses would suggest that the mission becomes "inexpensive".

 

However, I use "inexpensive" to make you think you can afford this. I do not actually include a cost estimate because I have no recent experience at costing space missions.

 

If I sold that stuff to you for $50 per pound, I would only get about USD $5.5 Billion per trip. That is not a lot of money.

I settled for "$5.5 Billion" and " $50 per pound" because that is all I think I can get from you at one time.

 

When I first showed this scheme to peers at a space meeting, I used a million ton payload ( 1,000,000 tons). That made sense to me. If  I got $10 per pound for whatever I brought back, I would get
 USD $22 Billion per trip.

                      (--- that was 3 July 1991, San Juan Capistrano, CA, at the first International Near Earth Asteroids Conference)

 

You would not pay me any more than that.


My million ton scheme would nudge a water ballon just a little bit bigger than 2 football fields across. In space, that's not so big. I would  use nuclear reactors like in our nuclear submarines to make the hot steam for the rockets.

 

This was so incredibly simple.


I was only using heat. I did not need the exceptionally expensive electric generator to split water. I did not need an exceptionally heavy and slow space refrigerator and compressor to make liquid hydrogen and liquid oxygen. I did not need to contain the high pressure of liquid hydrogen. I did not need to make tanks so thick and heavy and strong that they would hold a cubic football field of water on the earth's surface.


I was proposing a giant water balloon in nearly zero gravity in space, nudged by a steam rocket.

 

I was naive. I was showing them how to make a supertanker to go between continents, and we were still making wood rafts to cross a river.


Back in the old days, 1991 July, that million-ton scheme was the only one that made sense. I knew how to arrange it.  I had discovered how to use the water from space directly in a steam rocket. Proudly I had proclaimed that bypassing all those NASA-type water splitting and refining steps would reduce the cost of rocket fuel propellant in space by a factor of 10 or 10,000.

 

I could prove that we could initiate the Exodus to space.

 

We really wanted to inhabit space, like Mars, the moon, interesting asteroids laced with 10 times as much gold and platinum as the best platinum ore on Earth. Or some local comets which are supposed to be laced with water ice, silicates, and some kind of oil shale.

 
But it just did not work out that way. When I was all done, Paul Sturrock would not return my emails for 3 days.

 

It was not enough. I could not show how to make money now, money later, or make space affordable. All I could do was to make it "inexpensive", so to speak.

 

Maybe we need to wait until we are Androids or Avatars.

 

cheers,

Anthony
click here to go to the Appendix, where the water ship from Deimos is detailed.


exodus dark stormy night 20100625

 

< 6/25/2010 11:35:12 AM a zuppero

it was a horrible, dark and stormy night

 

and when morning came

almost everything was gone.

 

We were

doomed to stay here

trapped

on Earth.

 

Everything we thought we had

to let us Exodus

to Inhabit the Solar System

was gone.

 

Like clams trapped in the water

on the shores,

so close to freedom,

we were trapped here

on the shores of Space.

 

Clams,

trapped by water and ---:

they are clams, for cry sake.

They have no eyes, no ears,

no way to run.

They are clams.

 

People,

trapped by air and ---:
they are people, for cry sake.

They need the Earth,
the water, trees,
birds chirping,

the smell of fresh leaves after a light summer rain,
others to love,
amber waves of grain.
They are people.

 

They can't live in a

porta-potty for 3 years

while they travel to some

airless rock in space

or an airless ice ball

moon of Jupiter or Saturn

where ice is so cold it is hard like granite.
They are people.

 

They can't stand the deadly

Galactic Cosmic Radiation,

or the weightlessness,

 

                                             or the isolation.


We are People.

Once again I had to relearn what I forgot
and I was the one who had to go figure,

     because I was the one who found out

     how to use the water in space

     to deliver megatons Back to Earth

     and how

it was just not good enough.

 

Paul, he gave me $5,000

that I did not even ask for.

I resisted him.

He sent it anyway.

 

It made me go figure again,

anew.

So I did.

 

And the answer came out the same
as it did a dozen years ago:

you can't leave till you are another species,

         till you change what you are.

 

The only thing left

after the horrible, dark and stormy night was
that our Earth is very nice indeed,

a wonderful, interesting, complex, exciting place to stay

while we

metamorphose.

 

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