He remembered the time his twin boys had played around with his flight gear on the eve of his first deployment to Afghanistan, half a lifetime ago. With a PhD from Caltech in systems engineering and over four thousand flight hours in everything from T-38 trainers to F-22 stealth fighter jets, Farmer knew that big, complicated things sometimes just did not work as they were supposed to. He chalked up the silence to another one of those technical problems that made daily life in space so difficult, rather than the romance NASA still spun for the media. That message was the last Farmer had heard from the mission commander after he’d made his way out of the station to repair the fluky number four solar panel. It had been twenty-four minutes since he’d been able to raise Vitaly or anyone else in the station on his suit’s radio. Farmer rechecked his tether, more for mental reassurance than any need. The odd thing was that Cosmonaut Vitaly Simakov’s voice had been unaccompanied by his usual booming laugh. Different rules when you’re floating outside, only a thin tether keeping you hooked to the station. The most recent had involved their sewing him shut inside his sleeping bag and then wide-casting his reaction for the whole net to see.
Air Force colonel Rick Farmer was used to being the target of the Russian crew’s practical jokes. Forward 243 Miles Above the Earth’s Surface “I am so sorry.” What did Vitaly mean by that? As the sole American astronaut on the International Space Station, U.S. But, ultimately, it is a work of fiction, not prediction. Singer, August Cole Ghost Fleet: A Novel of the Next World War The following was inspired by real-world trends and technologies.
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