48 Hours a Day

In the conference room of the 12th building of the Kennedy Space Center, seven people held learning manuals that had just been sent out by NASA, with different statuses.

“This 60-plus page thing is just a catalog?” Fatty feels like crashing, “to learn basic rocket physics, aerodynamics, orbital dynamics, jet propulsion, astronomy… I can understand all that, but what about life sciences, geology and materials? And this electronics engineering, I can't even read the title. How could we have learned so much in 55 days? ”

“Just to remind you, these are only theoretical parts.” High school boy style.

“What else is after that?” Fatty despaired.

“Physical training, EVA (out-of-board walking), training in spatial orientation disorders, training in space suits, familiarity training, driving training, emergency escape training… Anything is possible, after all, Apollo XI was a space project 50 years ago, and to be honest, I am not entirely sure what training this era has.” The boy who looked like a high school student said, he didn't look too good either.

He was originally one of the most excited players. For an astronaut, there was nothing cooler than flying into space on a spacecraft in person, not to mention one of the most important events in human history node. Although he could only fly the American flag on the moon was a little beautifully inadequate, but after all, it was only in the game, and it didn't affect reality, but when he really got the manual, and he remembered how much astronauts had to learn, it was hard to laugh again.

“The circle of destiny?” A strong man named Anthony raised his mouth and smiled sarcastically, "then you should be able to go straight to heaven. ”

“There is no need to be so pessimistic,” the intellectual-like middle-aged man pushed the glasses on his face, "there are three positions on Apollo 11, that is, in addition to the skills that astronauts must acquire, each of us can purposefully give up some training, choose a major direction of attack and complement each other...”

However, his words were interrupted before he finished. A skinny, tall young man who seemed a little inept said, "Forget it, uncle, since everyone except the fat guy over there is a single-row player, it's best not to think of anyone else as a fool. ”

He played a lazy, lazy tunnel, "Don't tell me you didn't notice, that Captain William Kenhouse, he had a little book in his hand, and when each of us came down from a multi-axis trainer, he would write something on it, and if it didn't come as a surprise, it would have to do with who of us could go on the Apollo 11, who could replace it, you let us give up some training for a purpose, specialize in some training, but three sixty plus ten is much higher than one. ”

The intellectual-looking middle-aged man pushed his glasses and didn't change his face. “I'm just offering you a plan to increase your chances of survival after you lift up...”

“That's the premise, too. We have to get to Apollo 11 first, right?” High school student road.

“In fact... the odds of us being elected are still very high if we really want to count.” The intellectual-looking middle-aged man is leisurely.

“The odds are half to half normal, to say the least.” Anthony's big man frowned.

“Not half.” The high school students seemed to think of something and their eyes lit up.

“What?” The inert young man turned to the pen in his hand.

The high school student's eyes turned to the only female player in the copy, who raised her eyebrows, "Why? ”

“Unfortunately, you may have entered the wrong copy this time, and if our game difficulty is difficult, then your game difficulty is likely to be hell level this time. ”

“How can you see it? ”

“You don't know much about America in the 1960s, do you?” An intellectual-looking middle-aged man smiled gently.

“Marilyn Monroe, Beatles, Bob Dylan... is there anything else worth mentioning this era?” The girl asked back.

“Although the Civil Rights Act 1964 has entered into force, it is regrettable that discrimination persists, not only against people of colour, but also against women, which is why the feminist movement in the sixties and seventies was frequent, with women seldom allowed to join juries and only half of the loans received from banks were from men, while interest was half as high. ”

High school students were interviewed, "Few know that NASA had implemented a program in 1960 to determine whether women could become astronauts, and 25 female pilots were invited to undergo the same examinations and examinations as the men astronauts of Mercury, 13 of whom passed. ”

“What happened to them? ”

“Although the 13 women received the same assessment and training as the male astronauts, they were never officially declared to be preparatory astronauts and had no plans for their entry into space flights, reportedly because NASA management believed that female astronauts would waste scarce resources, divert public attention from male astronauts and, in the unlikely event that they were injured or killed while on mission, had a negative public effect, NASA terminated its training programme for female astronauts in 1963. ”

High school was born, “It has to be said that, just the same year, the Soviet Union sent Valentina Tereshkova, the first female astronaut of humankind, into space, which is, by contrast, very ironic. ”

“So I want to get on Apollo 11, not only to excel, but also to pray that Captain Kenhouse, who scored us, and NASA executives, are people who look ahead and have no prejudice towards women? ”

“Unfortunately, I'm afraid so. ”

“That's terrible.” The girl tried to squeeze a somewhat reluctant smile out of her face. She was sitting very close to Zhang Heng. After hearing this, her ass moved towards Zhang Heng's side, and her body was almost attached to the latter.

“Five out of three, so we're lucky this time.” A strong man named Anthony had a delightful face.

“This time is so tight, I propose that in this copy we live together peacefully, and we all see who scores higher in the end, who wins the main task.” The intellectual-looking middle-aged man completes his speech and looks to the only one in the house who has never spoken.

The strong man named Anthony and the high school student also shifted their eyes to Zhang Heng. A young man who did not look asleep, although he did not turn back, also stopped at this moment with the pen he had been spinning.

Zhang Heng sat in the corner all the time, quietly turned over the study manual, and finally the words raised his head, closed the manual in his hand, faintly, "I refuse. ”