“One minute to launch.”
“Control system powered up. Telemetry system powered up. Self-destruct system powered up.”
“Optics, USB, radar, tracking signals all nominal.”
“Three, two, one, begin ignition sequence. Liftoff!”
SpaceX’s ten-thousand-ton Starship streaks ahead of the pack;
Russia’s Angara heavy rocket takes the lead by a mile;
The ESA’s Ariane rockets and Japan’s H3 series are hot on their heels.
Qin Yu: “Sorry, but every rocket here is trash!”
Then he casually pulls out Starlink, nuclear rockets, the Space Three Gorges, a lunar base, and Mars One.
When helium-3 worth a fortune is handed out by the pound, the whole world is stunned.
Qin Yu smiles faintly. “We don’t produce helium. We’re just the universe’s delivery service!”
Extreme universes, ripples in spacetime, habitable planets, space exploration, neutrinos.
“The moment liquid oxygen and methane burn, releasing blue Mach diamonds,”
“all other romance pales in comparison!”
