Yesterday, six people locked themselves away in an isolated dome on the side of a Hawaiian volcano, to simulate what life would be like on Mars. This includes living In close quarters, with a lack of fresh air or privacy and subsiding on canned tuna and powdered cheese (gross).
This, to me, is the most incredible thing. The prospect that were preparing for manned missions to Mars. (Though we currently don’t have a functioning space program). I’ve always been interested in space travel and I think at a brief moment in my childhood I wanted to be an astronaut. I’m supremely lazy so this would never happen, but growing up in a bedroom with glow-in-the-dark stars and spacemen figurines (from Kennedy’s Space Centre in Florida) dangling from the ceiling, I found my first passion.
The years have diluted that passion as British manned missions became increasingly few, and my childhood ambitions transformed. I’ve never lost interest though and this kind of thing makes me very excited. I think I’d love to go to space, I wouldn’t cope, but I’m in love with the idea.
In a few years, we could be exploring a whole other planet. For a species that only mastered flying a hundred years ago, how incredible is that?
Read the article here:
NASA begins to simulate life on Mars, on Earth.