I have a fantastic new idea for
a scam a story.
An aerospace startup hits on the best way to colonize Mars. We’ve got the technology to put humans down on the surface of the Red Planet. But not to get them back to Earth. No problemo! They advertise for volunteers willing to undertake a one-way trip.
Be the first (or fifteenth) man on Mars. And then die there.
How many volunteers do you think they’d get?
Well, if you spotted this story in the news, you already know. At the time of writing, Mars One had 20,000 applications in hand, with total applications expected to reach seven digits. Multiply that by $25 per applicant–a fee intended “to prevent spammers and those not serious about joining the expedition from applying”–and my Nigerian 419 scam antenna start waving. But no! Mars One is an NPO, which is of course the international badge of disinterested idealism. They’re going to use the money to fund the mission.
Every time I come up with a really whizz-bang idea, reality gets there first, dammit.
Who’d have thought there were so many people who’d jump at the chance of spending the rest of their (probably quite short) lives in a sealed box in an airless desert?
Perhaps it’s not actually so different from the way many of us live today, and hence the era in which manned space exploration will be psychologically feasible has already arrived — but the Mars One website manages to make it sound genuinely thrilling:
Not unlike the ancient Chinese, Micronesians, and untold Africans, the Vikings and famed explorers of Old World Europe, who left everything behind to spend the majority of their lives at sea, a one-way mission to Mars is about exploring a new world and the opportunity to conduct the most revolutionary research ever conceived, to build a new home for humans on another planet.
Mars One will offer everyone who dreams the way the ancient explorers dreamed the opportunity to apply for a position in a Mars One Mission. Are you one for whom this is a dream?
(Tangent: Who are these “untold Africans”? I suppose they mean “unsung,” in that we’ve never heard of them. Also, I would say that a one-way trip to Mars is quite unlike the voyages of i.e. da Gama, Cortez, Pizarro et al, who only set out at all in the hopes of returning home with their holds crammed with swag. As for the ancient Chinese, this must mean Admiral Zheng He, who followed established trade routes. Really the only accurate parallels here seem to be with the Micronesians and that tiny number of Vikings who crossed the Atlantic–and even they may not have done it on purpose. Still; point made.)
I’m rooting for Mars One. It would be fabulously exciting if they could pull it off. And if they can, we’ll all get to watch, because, to quote the website again, the company “intends to maintain an on-going, global media event, from astronaut selection to training, from lift-off to landing, to provide primary funding for this next giant leap for mankind.”
That is pure genius.
I’m reminded of a book I recently read, The Martian, by Andy Weir. I picked this up for my Kindle because I love a good survival yarn–I was hoping it would be something like Between a Rock and a Hard Place on Mars–and, well, it was $0.99. (Memo to indie publishers: Impulse-buy pricing strategies work.) It is the story of an astronaut’s struggle to survive for over a year on Mars after his crewmates abort their mission and accidentally leave him behind. The focus is on his ingenious survival strategies utilizing technology recognizable to us all. It reads like exactly what it purports to be: a memoir by a biologist/engineer. With pedestrian prose, cliches, and all. This air of authenticity is very endearing. It’s a shame that Weir felt compelled to interpolate passages from the point of view of the NASA scientists and astronauts working to rescue our hero before he runs out of food.
Money is no obstacle. Orders are heroically disregarded. A trillion-dollar spaceship is put at risk. The President authorizes unlimited funding for the rescue mission. The entire planet sits glued to its TV awaiting updates. Brave astronauts accept years away from their families, and take immense risks … all to rescue one stranded nerd? Alas, alack, I am a cynic, but I just couldn’t suspend my disbelief.
I decided in the end to read The Martian as a sweet missive from a world, not this one, where its story would be plausible. A world of upright politicians and heroic adventurers, where even the Chinese sacrifice an expensive rocket booster to the rescue mission, because nothing but nothing matters more than saving a single human life. As such it was a refreshing change of aesthetic pace.
Yet had he been shooting for psychological realism, Weir should have taken a hint or two from Mars One. He postulates a near future where several NASA-led missions have landed on Mars already, their goal apparently pure science. It’s the Apollo years, redux. This is doubtless what many boosters of manned space exploration are hoping for. It’s a beautiful vision that gets unlikelier with every passing year.
What is likely is something along the lines of the mission Mars One is proposing. The value hierarchy of spaceflight has already, or is about to, invert itself. Human life? Dispensable. Money? Non-negotiable.
Our path into the outer solar system will be paved with the corpses of the willing dead.
Ah but they lie! We should all know that once seemingly heroic entity known as NASA has undergone a metamorphosis in the past decades as we should all know by now. First unbeknownst to the majority of Americans many grieving over lost loved ones in WW2 there was a little thing called project paperclip, where hardened Nazi’s Hey, Nasa/Nazi huh, coincidence I’m sure, some of these alleged war criminals had to be taken off of the war crimes list at Nurenburg which turned out to be nothing more than a scam, window dressing for the newsreels and anyway we got “good” Nazis, the really evil ones went to Russia. While these brilliant Nazis were sandbagging, I mean working on getting an American into space riding atop a bigger V-2 called the Atlas then Saturn 5 we could at least hold our heads up knowing an American walked on the Moon, but then came decades of low Earth orbit. no more moon shots and photos, lots of photos, they were dinking around with them, blurring them out etc. it wasn’t long before we found out what NASA stood for. Never a straight answer, Nazis are still around, etc. Here’s the deal. Nasa has been to Mars a few times more than us we the people know about, they know what and more importantly who is there, they had us believing that the atmosphere of Mars is only 1% that of the Earth, and of course, the sky is red and it is freezing cold. Well, that part is probably true it is nippy there, but the sky is blue as are all skies and if the atmosphere was 1% of earth’s then a parachute would be worthless as there would be nothing to slow it down. Since a 300 MPH wind would feel to us like 3 mph, right? but they lie, then I hear the atmosphere on Mars is like it is on Earth at 15,000 feet and a space suit isn’t even needed just a little breathing aid. Then there is the face on Mars that mainstream Nasa scientists scoff at as light and shadows and nothing more, but the now departed Navel astronomer Tom Van Flandern has done some amazing work on it and it turns out the face is indeed hominid from a builders race that ended when ours began. They still live there underground, see glass tubes. They will gladly take all the 25 dollar donations they can get but no plebe will ever see the inside of the TR3B that will supposedly take them, but I am sure the folks that live there now and ride around the earth in UFOs might have something to say about it. Nah I’m just kiddin’
Is Mars flat like Earth too?
Considering the reality TV element in Mars-One, I wonder if some applicants, if selected, intend to take the paid, multi-year job of being a reality TV star and then quit shortly before liftoff. What would stop them? And they would have the fame (and possibly means to obtain fortune) without the one-way trip. Maybe that is one of the unvoiced reasons they plan to train 24 people.
I can’t imagine applying either. The idea of a one way ticket to a hermitically sealed coffin condominium village surrounded by airless desert sounds far too much like some Sing-Sing death row setup outside of Area 51 in Nevada. If I’m going to fly Mars Spaceways, I want a Skydome monorail tour with a return ticket. I’m wondering why they didn’t just go the Australian route … and just send all the world’s undesirables there. “Build lovely homes (to spec) or die a gruesome death.”
I’d be laughing if I wasn’t stunned at the large numbers who have applied. Why did so many people apply? They can’t all believe that they’ll be selected? Is this a non-refundable application, I wonder? I see a Sociology of the Future doctorate waiting for somebody in this NPO startup.
You’ve given me another great idea for a scam, er I mean a story, J. Jay! They only pretend to fly them to Mars … and actually land them in Nevada! Then they stay in their coffin condos forever in the belief that there is no air outside.
The whole thing is broadcast as a reality television series and the organizers make a killing.
Of course it all ends when one day someone’s spacesuit breaks down and they expect to die, but instead end up escaping.
OK, I think I really am going to write this.
I like it! Use crowd-funding to raise the dollars (faster and cheaper using some pseudo stuff we make up – ion drive perfected or some such); charge for the flights; drop em in Nevada; stage a decompression accident to allay any lasting doubts about the atmosphere and broadcast the whole thing, selling ad space all the while, lol
Avoid copying Capricorn 1 too much, or make it an homage!
There are some real differences between Earth and Mars that would be hard to fake. You’ll have to be very creative!
Snap, Mike! I was thinking of calling the imaginary spaceship the “Capricorn.” Too obvious? 😀 The hardest difference to fake of course would be the gravity. Not sure how I’m going to get around that one. Maybe have to invent an imaginary “gravity induction” technology that, the “astronauts” think, makes them weigh as much as they do on Earth.
That’s kind of what I was thinking, Mike. Many people feel as if their lives don’t matter in the grand scheme of things. To someone without a sense of purpose of their own, a noble-sounding clarion call like this might well be irresistible.
Note though that Mars One doesn’t *explicitly* appeal to the concept of glorious sacrifice for the sake of posterity. That would be a bridge too far for your average, pampered Westerner. Have you seen their artist’s renderings of the planned hab interiors? They look like comfy studio apartments, dominated by enormous sofas and televisions.
I think it’s very hard to distinguish yourself in meaningful ways in our modern, crowded world, and even those who manage it tend to be disatisfied. We don’t really have Einsteins in science any more, and what person on the street can even name a current astronaut? I’m not surprised that there are so many willing to go to Mars to stay. People already do things to leave legacies after their death. This would be a more meaningful one than most I can even imagine.
But I’m not applying!