What Happens When an Astronaut Drops Something in Space? | Short Film Showcase
My name is Vanguard. My body is an aluminium sphere sixteen point five centimeters in diameter, and I weigh one point four seven kilograms. In 1958, I was the first solar-powered satellite to be launched into outer space. I had value, I served a purpose, and now I drift aimlessly in perpetual orbit. Since my retirement, I have become a piece of space junk, the oldest human artifact circling the earth. I do not travel alone; millions of other pieces of junk orbit with me: rocket parts, fuel tanks, batteries, dead satellites. Before we became junk, we each had a use, but now we've become a threat.
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[Music] You know, after we learned of its loss, we mourned it because this factor was really trying to get away and she got away clean and went off to become a satellite of her own and space debris.
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So it's a sleet, a sleet of very fast-moving stuff with closing speeds of maybe, um, you know, one to two miles per second. A piece of space debris is just 20 minutes and 45 seconds away. Flight controllers standing by here in Mission Control, just 30 seconds to go until the time of closest approach. The green light has been given for the crew to back out of their sheltering procedures, with the piece of Cosmo satellite debris having come and gone with no threat to the International Space Station. For our colleagues, have a nice weekend, this is Mission Control Houston.
So we play the odds, you know, it's a big sky theory that stuff that we can't see will miss us, and so far, you know, we've been lucky. It's getting crowded up here; some of us have already collided with and destroyed working satellites. One more collision, click, red cascade, creating more debris, followed by more collisions. Our destructive power might eliminate current satellites altogether. Future space exploration may also become impossible. Every orbital launch generates rocket parts as debris, as mine once did. Some pieces remain orbiting forever, some burn up, some land unpredictably on earth, some, they say, are guided safely into the ocean.
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[Music] This is some of the debris currently orbiting planet Earth. We are a floating graveyard; apparently, people believe that harpoons, magnets, or nets could catch us and limit the future damage we threatened to cause. But right now, there's no viable means to bring us back to earth, to bring us home.
I think that the business of dealing with the unknown is what attracts a lot of people to science, a lot of people to astronautics. Es un par de Diez - hemos una visita de personas mayores, and on de uno de ellos, me pregunto: ¿Cierra normal tirar cuando se mira del cielo? Dijo que el sentimiento gallon bar GABA era de muchas, whoo, sentimiento de mucho profundidad dentro de.
[Music] I was home out of a trust by one hand. For a while, it was night, and suddenly I saw the thumb come off on the rise in the head of me, my feet hanging over the earth. I watched the dawn come up over the planet and just come in a line straight underneath me, and then the Sun come up and hit me in the face. If you all see the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, it's just like you're standing in space, you know, make it or sitting in shorts or something, and it's totally in the environment. You become very, very well how huge the planet is below you and how beautiful it is.
Vanguard was America's first satellite in space. Now there she is, still up there with little whip antennas wagging, not in the wind but in the vacuum of space, going around and around and around, quiet now, nothing happening, but perfectly preserved as far as we know. So one day, somebody will go out there with a butterfly net when snagger puede ser sentimientos entry motion.
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