Say
it again. Your imagination, like a child, will explode with unrestrained
possibilities for adventure.”
The quote comes from an episode of season two of The
West Wing. The president is trying to impress upon his press secretary
the sense of adventure one feels when quoting the name of this fictional
space mission. He goes on to chide her for not saying the name
correctly.
I personally do not find the name Galileo Five to be
particularly inspirational, but Virgin Galactic… now there’s a name!
The first time I heard the name, it gave me goose pimples, and again the
first time I spoke it aloud, which I clearly remember doing. Virgin
Galactic. As the president said, “Your imagination, like a child, will
explode with unrestrained possibilities for adventure.”
I wish I had been present in the meeting when that
name was conceived. I wish I had been there to congratulate whoever
thought of it, for its simplicity, its commercial relevance and phonetic
juxtaposition to Virgin Atlantic, and for its intrinsically
inspirational poetry. Virgin Galactic. Go on, say it. If you don’t
know what I’m talking about then you have no sense of fun.
As a child I recall hearing of various famous people
that had bought tickets for the first commercial flights into space, or
to the moon and I recall wondering how that could be. Given that nobody
knew for sure whether it would ever happen, and if it did, which company
might genuinely at that future point be able to offer such a service, I
failed to believe that the tickets were in any way valid, or could ever
be honoured. It seems time has proven me correct, given that
commercial space flights do not seem to appeal to NASA, some of the
airlines around back then have went out of business, and the first
commercial space tourist took his flight aboard a Russian Soyuz rocket
for the literally astronomical price of twenty million dollars. Rock
stars with meaningless reservations for flights that would never happen
must have been kicking themselves.
The age of
commercial spaceflight was born, by no means before time. So where are
we now with Virgin Galactic’s promise to get commercial flights off the
ground (honestly, I’m sorry for the pun, but it was an appropriate
idiom) by 2008? Whilst writing this article, my research has been so
extensive as for me to check the calendar, and I was shocked to find
that it is in fact now 2008. What of Virgin Galactic’s progress to
bring the cost of commercial spaceflight out of the domain of the
superrich and into the domain of the merely rich?
Their own website has scaled back the launch date for the programme,
with one page stating that safety is of utmost importance, and therefore
they are progressing with an as soon as viable schedule. Another page
on the same site states that it could be as early as 2009. So it would
seem that the timeline is fluid, but anyone that has been waiting since
1991 for the new Guns n Roses album will be familiar with the
sting of an annually renewed promise that this is the year, only to find
that in fact, it is not.
I would also say
that the uncertainty of a launch date is a little disconcerting. I have
seen enough films and newsreels to know that NASA plan their launches to
the second, and well in advance. I’m not sure I would trust a space
agency that has the punctuality of a minicab driver and the
organisational and time management skills of a dentist’s receptionist.
The first successful flight of the imaginatively titled SpaceShipOne
(which has the wondrous simplicity of Virgin Galactic, but without the
same inspirational quality) was a few years ago now, so how can it be
taking so long to figure out how to put extra seats in? Perhaps
SpaceShipTwo (the commercial version) should have been called
SpaceShipZafira given the ease of exploiting extra seating capacity, or
SpaceShipDiscovery, another car suffix with additional seats in the
boot. Of course, the name Discovery has already been taken by NASA, so
perhaps this is a non-starter, but at least that would be in keeping
with the nature of the programme.
The website is
full of exciting rhetoric and cool new terms to make commercial
spaceflight seem almost normal, or certainly attainable. Book your
ticket through an accredited Space Agent, for your flight from a Space
Port, bearing in mind that the first part of the flight will be powered
by the Mother Ship; it all sounds so cool.
I know I poke
fun, but honestly, I do find the name Virgin Galactic to be
inspirational, and it is inevitable that such an ambitious project will
be delayed and difficult to predict. I’m just pleased that someone has
finally committed to providing this service so long after it originally
came to seem viable, back in the last millennium. Though it may not be
here yet, it would seem that regular, dedicated commercial spaceflights
will soon be a reality. There was too long a delay between man finding
his way into space and the birth of commercial spaceflight. In another
episode of The West Wing, the chief of staff is bemoaning the
technological promises of the previous century that were never
fulfilled. His deputy cited the personal computer as a counter-argument
to which he replied, “A more efficient delivery system for gossip and
pornography. Where's my jet-pack, my colonies on the Moon? Just a
waste.”
At least Virgin
Galactic are trying.
So how much will
it cost, this ticket for an as yet unspecified date for a short flight
into space? It’s a snip at a mere $200,000. Like I said, it brings
commercial spaceflight down from the domain of the superrich, and into
the domain of the merely rich. So if I sell my house, and yours, and
someone gives me a third house to live in, I’m so there.