Post by james thomson on Jul 9, 2014 10:07:07 GMT -5
It is the eve of a era in mankind’s understanding of the forces in our universe, that is if Dr Jenson is to be believed. She has assembled the worlds’ press and delegates from all major world powers to the Space Station Metis, which orbits Jupiter. For the last decade as mankind have pushed the limits of space exploration and have constructed space stations and even colonised by means of artificial domes, both the Moon and Mars, Dr Jenson has studied the storm on Jupiter’s surface, the entity known by most Earth Dwellers as simply ‘The Big Red Spot’ visible by most teenagers through simple telescopes. This storm rages across Jupiter’s surface and is about the size of three earths. Now Dr Jenson believes her team can simply turn it off and herald in a new era of terraforming. No longer will planets be only habitable via artificial living environments or constructs, but it is Jenson’s dream that they can be engineered to fit human living requirements. This is truly the eve of a new era.
Each of the party is present on The Metis SS and are mingling within its observation deck, a semi circular platform that has transparent wall roof and floor, a platform that is really an extra limb of the station, jutting proudly out into space and currently decked out with all the regalia of a wedding reception. No expense has been spared and French champagne bottles sit on each of the twenty tables, waiting for the invitation to be ceremoniously uncorked at the appointed time. Yet, despite best efforts with white furtniture and table cloths, the inky black of Space and the glow from Jupiter’s ever changing colour. At this point, with the storm nearest in view, Jupiter’s surface is a burnt red, which seems to alter the colour of all within the space station, even the whites of the eyes.
That time is about 15 minutes away. In the mean time, the party have the opportunity to mingle, talk, meet others and set about their own agenda.
Each of the party is present on The Metis SS and are mingling within its observation deck, a semi circular platform that has transparent wall roof and floor, a platform that is really an extra limb of the station, jutting proudly out into space and currently decked out with all the regalia of a wedding reception. No expense has been spared and French champagne bottles sit on each of the twenty tables, waiting for the invitation to be ceremoniously uncorked at the appointed time. Yet, despite best efforts with white furtniture and table cloths, the inky black of Space and the glow from Jupiter’s ever changing colour. At this point, with the storm nearest in view, Jupiter’s surface is a burnt red, which seems to alter the colour of all within the space station, even the whites of the eyes.
That time is about 15 minutes away. In the mean time, the party have the opportunity to mingle, talk, meet others and set about their own agenda.