Space Exploration Research Paper

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It’s the year 2080 and WWIII is coming to an end. Numerous countries have been destroyed and the nuclear fallout is at its peak. Fertile lands wrecked, beautiful towering city’s obliterated and Mother Nature is filled with so much radiation that it is now nothing more than an toxic wasteland. Only 9% of the earth is estimated to still be able to support life! However this percentage is shrinking by the week as the nuclear winter approaches. Scientists have predicted that in 1.3 years the surface will be unable to support life.
Out of the ashes of the ruined countries two major powers have emerged. The Southern Alliance (SA) and the Northern United Nations (NUN). Both powers desperately sought salvation from the oncoming tribulations. NUN sought …show more content…

5 years ago deep within space SA scientist discovered a collapsing dark star that warped the temporal and dimensional space surrounding it. Upon further research they discovered that time was warped at a 100:1 ratio. For every year spent within the warped space 100 years would pass outside of it. SA sought to send a transport ship with 500,000 of humanities best and brightest in hopes that they could utilise this anomaly to travel 200 years into the future while only ageing a minimal …show more content…

My wrist HUD came to life “Crescent get you ass down to the lower deck and fix the 8th engine, we’re gonna need it to get out of this shit storm or you might as well say goodbye to ever seeing earth again.” I watch on with dead eyes as the first officer ordered me around like I was a servant. In game I was a slave to an information guild, restrained from ever gaining a sliver of power. Now not only was I treated worse than shit in game but now I was treated like a servant in reality. As I stubbled forth with my unenhanced body, I dragged my feet over to the diagnostic panel of the 8th engine. “Cracked plating, damaged directional thrusters ahhh crap damaged external combustion thrusters. Are you kidding i have to go into that shit storm.” My eyes followed another wave of energy as it striped off more plating from the hull. As I mechanically got into a space suit and grabbed my engineer kit I thought to myself why the hell am I risking my life for those losers still comfortably sitting in their luxury VACs. Then I realised I just didn’t care any more. I’d had enough of being deceived into slavery, treated like trash and having to put up with abuse on a daily basis. To hell with it if I succeed good for them, if I die well I wasn’t living a life worth living in the first place. With a burst of courage or perhaps hopelessness I hit the red tinted airlock button. As the tempered steel

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