There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.
(Friedrich Nietzsche)
The Admiral was off duty, was either sleeping – or up in the observatory, gazing at the big banded marble. The First Watch Officer, Kapitän zur See Kastenmüller, had taken his seat. Kastenmüller was a sharp fellow. Hence one better kept silent and refrained from silly jests. Jochen Zeislitz was studying the screens in front of him – or was at least pretending to do so. There was nothing special to be seen. “Elsa” and “Brünhild” were on station; the “Fidelio” crew was resting.
They had completed their first foray and returned to the boat with boxes filled with samples. Winfried Bremer was still manning the bridge. He had been talking with Kastenmüller, but that conversation just seemed to have ended. Okay, down there they now had a heap of boxes full of grimy ice, great. Obviously, nothing was alive on the surface of Ganymede. If there were – at all – any little green men on this orb, they were little green tadpoles swimming in the ocean below the ice crust.
Well, on the next sally, they were going to plant the explosive charges and the measuring instruments. The charges weren’t large. One wouldn’t be able to see the explosions from the Hammer. But for placing the instruments, the chaps would have to jog quite some distances. The pilots were trained kosmonauts; they could surely handle the task. But what about the scientists? They had been dealt a quick pass-through kosmonaut training, yet were lacking all experience.
The surface was anything but flush. You could easily get lost between those boulders, grooves and warps. But Theo Osterhage certainly had a plan how to organise the manoeuvre.
(Friedrich Nietzsche)
The Admiral was off duty, was either sleeping – or up in the observatory, gazing at the big banded marble. The First Watch Officer, Kapitän zur See Kastenmüller, had taken his seat. Kastenmüller was a sharp fellow. Hence one better kept silent and refrained from silly jests. Jochen Zeislitz was studying the screens in front of him – or was at least pretending to do so. There was nothing special to be seen. “Elsa” and “Brünhild” were on station; the “Fidelio” crew was resting.
They had completed their first foray and returned to the boat with boxes filled with samples. Winfried Bremer was still manning the bridge. He had been talking with Kastenmüller, but that conversation just seemed to have ended. Okay, down there they now had a heap of boxes full of grimy ice, great. Obviously, nothing was alive on the surface of Ganymede. If there were – at all – any little green men on this orb, they were little green tadpoles swimming in the ocean below the ice crust.
Well, on the next sally, they were going to plant the explosive charges and the measuring instruments. The charges weren’t large. One wouldn’t be able to see the explosions from the Hammer. But for placing the instruments, the chaps would have to jog quite some distances. The pilots were trained kosmonauts; they could surely handle the task. But what about the scientists? They had been dealt a quick pass-through kosmonaut training, yet were lacking all experience.
The surface was anything but flush. You could easily get lost between those boulders, grooves and warps. But Theo Osterhage certainly had a plan how to organise the manoeuvre.