Genius Club-Chapter 505 - 84 Drama Queen
Mi Country, Texas State, Space-T Starship Launch Site.
Scenic Iron Tower.
Jask, basking in the spring breeze at noon, gazed at the distant rocket launch tower, which was already split open on both sides, with all support frames lying flat, its interior long since emptied.
Just minutes ago, a long-planned but never fully prepared Starship Rocket had launched from there.
It carried no satellites, no spacecraft, and naturally, no astronauts.
Not even too much fuel had been added.
The launch was hurried and hasty.
He still remembered how, as a child, he had been fascinated by the universe, loved spaceships, enjoyed watching rocket launches, and dreamed of owning his own rocket.
But everyone told him rockets were a national treasure, a high-tech creation only superpowers possessed.
Back then, there were no more than five countries in the whole world that had the capability to launch rockets independently.
Rockets were classified as the pinnacle of human technology, a technology only technological superpowers could master.
Some even told him:
"Rockets are essentially intercontinental missiles. The principles of the two are roughly the same. A country capable of launching rockets signifies a capability to launch intercontinental missiles."
"Though there are still many differences in the details, any country that can send rockets carrying satellites into space, can surely send rockets packed with explosives to any corner of the globe."
Right.
Impressive.
It sounded like he could never own a rocket in his lifetime.
But without trying, who would know?
Today.
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The only private space company in the world capable of launching rockets, spacecraft, and even manned spaceflights is under his, Jask’s, name.
He launched the world’s leading reusable rocket,
sent a Tesla car into Earth’s orbit,
sent four ordinary people on a space journey,
is currently planning a moon landing, all ten tickets already sold,
and his ultimate goal is Mars, millions of kilometers away.
His emergence broke many myths in the space field and created many miracles.
Are rockets really that difficult?
It seems they are not so difficult after all, just big firecrackers, not as high-tech as everyone used to hype up.
All that talk about high-end materials, precise control.
Stainless steel can just as well reach the skies, and a few engine explosions don’t make a difference.
But...
Using rockets as intercontinental missiles was something he truly tried for the first time today.
It turned out.
It indeed works!
If the target were a human-piloted spacecraft, then probably the rocket would never hit it, as human flexibility and instant reaction were far superior to Artificial Intelligence.
But...
If the target of the "rocket missile" was also an unmanned Skyspace Aircraft, with extreme speed and a straightforward trajectory, always locked onto another Skyspace Aircraft?
That would be much simpler.
Against the ultra-high velocity of the rocket, an unmanned remote-controlled Skyspace Aircraft was just a live target in the sky.
"Awesome!"
He clenched his fist out of thin air and laughed heartily.
He had long wanted to play like this once. What man doesn’t dream of being an arms dealer? Who could resist launching a missile that hits the world’s most advanced Skyspace Aircraft?
"Thank Turing."
He said with a satisfied smile:
"But... The revenge for Starlink, I still have to take it out on you. Not... not just Starlink’s revenge."
Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud!
The urgent sound of high heels on metal.
The secretary, draped in a coat and wearing a short skirt, holding a folder, ran quickly up the Scenic Iron Tower.
She was breathless.
It took her a while to straighten up, push her red-framed glasses, and look at Jask:
"Three pieces of bad news, which do you want to hear first?"
?
Jask was stunned, then turned around:
"I remember that line isn’t supposed to go like that, right? There should at least be the option of some good news, shouldn’t there? Otherwise, what’s the point of this multiple-choice question?"
"Alright,"
the secretary nodded:
"I’ll put it differently. Three pieces of bad news, and one that is extremely bad, which do you want to hear first?"
"What, there’s even more bad news!" Jask exclaimed:
"Is that how you report at work!?"
He mimicked an expression of a friend who had once topped Mi Country’s charts, glaring with eyes wide open, pointing sternly at the secretary with his index finger:
"You!are!fired!!"
"Understood."
The secretary calmly responded, ready to discard the badge hanging around her neck:
"I’ve wanted to quit anyway."
"Hahaha, I’m just joking," Jask quickly conceded:
"That old friend of mine, he’s in the middle of an election right now, I thought I’d boost his spirits. So... compared to the extremely bad news, these three pieces of bad news might as well be good news, so let me hear these three pieces first."
The secretary adjusted her glasses.
She opened the folder in her hand, looking at Jask:
"First piece of bad news, all your Starlink satellites are done for, although only over 9000 have burnt up entering the atmosphere. The rest, out of fuel, can no longer ascend into their orbit, struggling powerlessly in gradually decreasing Earth orbits... eventually, they will all burn up in the ever-lower layers of the atmosphere, turning into meteors."
"We spent so many years and tens of billions of US dollars building the Starlink project, and today it’s completely destroyed."
"Oh, dear."
Jask feigned distress, covering his face with his hand:
"I thought that should be the extremely bad news. I can’t help but start to look forward to it."
