In the conference room in Building 12 of the Kennedy Space Center, seven people held the study manual just issued by NASA in their hands, with different expressions.
"This thing with more than 60 pages is just a catalog?" Fatty felt extremely devastated. "You need to learn basic rocket physics, aerodynamics, orbital dynamics, jet propulsion, astronomy... I can understand these, but life sciences , what about geology and materials science? And I can’t even understand the title of electronic engineering. How could we learn so much in 55 days?”
"Let me remind you, these are just the theoretical parts." The boy who looked like a high school student said.
"What's next?" Fatty asked desperately.
"Physical training, EVA (extravehicular walking), space disorientation training, space suit training, familiarity training, driving training, emergency escape training... anything is possible. After all, Apollo 11 was fifty years ago. The space project, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure what kind of training there is in this era." The boy who looked like a high school student said, and his face was not very pretty.
He was originally the most excited player among all the players. For an astronautical enthusiast, there is nothing cooler than flying into space on a spacecraft, not to mention participating in one of the most important events in human history. Although Being able to only plant the American flag on the moon is a bit of a fly in the ointment, but after all, it is only in the game and will not affect reality. But when he actually got the manual and thought about how much astronauts had to learn, it was hard to laugh anymore. 's out.
"Circle of Destiny?" The strong man named Anthony raised the corners of his mouth and showed a sarcastic smile, "Then you should be able to go to heaven directly."
"Actually, there is no need to be so pessimistic." The intellectual-looking middle-aged man pushed up the glasses on his face, "There are three positions on Apollo 11, which means that in addition to the skills that astronauts must master, we Everyone can purposefully give up some training, choose a main direction of attack, and complement each other..."
However, he was interrupted before he finished speaking. A tall and thin young man who looked a little listless said, "Forget it, uncle, since everyone except the fat guy over there is playing solo queue." People, it’s better not to treat other people as fools.”
He yawned and said lazily, "Don't tell me you didn't notice that the captain named William Kenhouse was holding a small notebook in his hand. When each of us got off the multi-axis training device, He would write something in that notebook. If nothing else, he would be rating our performance, and these ratings must be related to who among us can fly on Apollo 11 and who will be the substitute. You let We purposefully gave up some training and specialized in some training, but the sum of three sixty points is much higher than one eighty point."
The middle-aged man who looked like an intellectual pushed up his glasses and said without changing his expression, "I'm just providing you with a plan to increase your chances of survival after taking off..."
"The premise is that we must be able to sit in the command and service module of Apollo 11 first, right?" the high school student said.
"Actually...if we really want to calculate it, our chances of being selected are still very high." The middle-aged man who looked like an intellectual said calmly.
"The odds of half to half can only be said to be normal." The strong man named Anthony frowned.
"Not half of it." The high school student seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes lit up.
"What?" The listless young man turned the pen in his hand.
The high school student's eyes turned to the only female player in the dungeon, who raised her eyebrows and said, "What?"
"Unfortunately, you may have entered the wrong dungeon this time. If the difficulty of our game is difficult level, then the difficulty of your game this time is probably hell level."
"How can I see it?"
"You don't know much about America in the 1960s, do you?" The intellectual-looking middle-aged man smiled gently.
"Marilyn Monroe, the Beatles, Bob Dylan...is there anything else worth mentioning from this era?" the girl asked.
"Although the Civil Rights Act of 1964 has taken effect, unfortunately discrimination still exists, not only against people of color, but also against women. This is why the feminist movement was frequent in the 1960s and 1970s. Women are very Fewer men are allowed to sit on juries and get half the loans from banks at half the interest rates of men."
The high school student took over, "Few people know that in 1960, NASA implemented a program to determine whether women could become astronauts. 25 female pilots were invited to receive the same training as the male astronauts of the Mercury project. The inspection and assessment, 13 of them passed.”
"What happened to them?"
"Although these 13 women received the same evaluation and training as male astronauts, they were never officially announced as reserve astronauts, and there were no plans to arrange for them to enter spaceflight. It is said that this is because NASA management believes that female astronauts It will waste rare resources and distract the public's attention from male astronauts. If they are injured or die during the mission, it will have a negative public effect, so NASA terminated the training program for female astronauts in 1963."
The high school student paused, "And what I have to mention is that in the same year, the Soviet Union sent mankind's first female astronaut Valentina Tereshkova into space. Comparing the two, it can be said It’s very ironic.”
"So if I want to board Apollo 11, I not only have to perform well, but I also have to pray that Captain Kenhouse and the top brass at NASA who rate us are forward-looking people without any prejudice against women?"
"Unfortunately, I'm afraid that's the case."
"That's really too bad." The girl tried her best to put on a forced smile on her face. She was originally sitting very close to Zhang Heng, but after hearing these words, she moved her butt towards Zhang Heng. , the body is almost pressed against the latter's body.
"Five to three, so we are pretty lucky this time." A look of joy appeared on the face of the strong man named Anthony.
"Time is so tight this time. I propose that we live in peace in this dungeon. Everyone depends on their abilities. Whoever scores higher in the end will win the main mission." The middle-aged man who looked like an intellectual finished. He looked at the only person in the room who had never spoken.
The strong man and high school student named Anthony also turned his attention to Zhang Heng. Although the young man who looked like he was awake did not look back, the pen he had been spinning in his hand stopped at this moment.
Zhang Heng had been sitting in the corner, quietly flipping through the study manual. After hearing this, he finally raised his head and closed the manual in his hand, "I refuse."
