Thursday, March 12, 2009

A Solar System For This Century ...

An unintended theme of this blog has been the difference between the Solar System of SF imagination and the real Solar System we are beginning to explore. The real place is even more complex and beautiful, but also more hostile to human life than Heinlein or Clarke ever imagined. Mars looks wonderfully like Arizona, but it is fiercely unlike Arizona.

The real future of the Solar System will be likewise unlike what Clarke or especially Heinlein imagined. Robert Anson Heinlein had godlike powers, but he was also the greatest Bat Durston of them all, the great-grandfather of Firefly (not a bad thing to be). Alas, Mars is fiercely unlike Arizona, and the other planets even more so. Heinlein in the end was writing space opera. Even in the 1950s little hope remained that Mars had canals, and no one yet had any reason to dream that it had canyons.

Yet these ideas have gotten deeply rooted in space thinking, with the result that the future of the Solar System is usually pictured as more or less like Montana (rather than Arizona) around 1880, minus the labor unrest. Rare and Valuable Space Stuff is mined out of asteroids, or the surface of Mars, or wherever, along with other more ordinary stuff. The ordinary stuff is used in space, to build spaceships and habitats, and provide them with equipment, fuel, basic nutrients, air, and so forth. The R&VSS is shipped back to Earth, where it literally pays the freight for everything still being shipped out into space. And the population in space grows until jumbo habs are built, or Mars terraformed, and eventually you have tenth generation Martians or Belters or whatever.

It might happen. But it is not particularly likely to happen, at any rate not in the midfuture, the next couple or three centuries about which we can half plausibly speculate. And if it does not happen, that does not mean that we have Turned Our Back on the Universe.

Let me propose an alternate space future, in barest outline. We go into space, at bottom, because we can. Who wouldn't want to stand on one edge of the Valle Marinaris, or just float there looking at the rings of Saturn? We gloss it up as science, and this actually has worked out more than well. We went into space and almost immediately discovered a habitable planet, this one. We discovered that it is vulnerable to our own activity in ways that only a spacefaring civilization could observe. In the unlikely event that anyone keeps moral books, that knowledge has prepaid for the space program through this millennium.

But the space program is in any case popular, and that alone keeps it going. From political perspective NASA is like Amtrak, with much faster trains though dreadfully high fares. Both have survived people who think that government spending on any vehicle is bad unless it blows other people up, and people who think that government spending on anything big, shiny, noisy, and fast (or any three of the above) is bad. Even without inspired leadership for most of their history, both agencies have survived.

Barring calamity this will not suddenly end. Trains may be poised for a comeback, and perhaps spacecraft as well. Sufficient blunders might kill space travel, but otherwise we are pushing steadily if gradually outward, driven mainly by a modest but steady reservoir of public support for doing things in space.

Some things will be directly profitable, as launching comsats already is, and private firms will - shock! - hustle their way to doing them. Space tourism already exists, if on a nanoscopic scale. But the important work will probably not be done by for-profit industries, because the important work tends to be done before anyone knows what might be profitable. If the surface of Mars is covered with stuff that cures the common cold, we won't find out till we go there, extensively. And then it will probably be cheaper to synthesize the active ingredient than ship it back from Mars. But if the University of Mars holds the patent ...

Space is also a difficult, hostile, and therefore expensive place to live. There is absolutely no reason to think that people in 2109 or even 2309 will be lining up to emigrate to Ganymede, or nowadays Europa or a hab, in search of a freer and more comfortable life away from dystopian 1950s-future Earth. But space travel is fundamentally tourism, and most tourists have no expectation or intent of living on the edge of the Grand Canyon, let alone the bottom of the Great Barrier Reef.

In short, I suggest that space industrialization and colonization are both incidental to rather than central to the human enterprise of space. We may colonize some places, but we will go many places that we never colonize. If side by side you have the University of Mars and the Hotel Mars, someone will probably figure a way to supply stuff locally rather than pay $10,000 for a cinder block. And Marsport may turn into a town. Or conditions may just be too difficult and expensive for couples to raise children there.

We will go into space, whether or not some of us stay permanently, and whether or not we bring back more, physically, than samples and curios. We will do things on other worlds that we couldn't imagine till we got there. Someone will find out that burgundy grapes grown in a Martian greenhouse have a distinct flavor. Pretty soon they are shipping back little airline size bottles that sell for $500, with just enough for a toast, and 'robustly Martian' ends up being used to describe burgundies from lands where Charles the Bold once ruled.


And it is all so vast! Interstellar travel is tough, but the longest highway is very different from back in the 1950s. Remember when the Solar System simply ended at poor displaneted Pluto? Maybe there was a Planet X out there, but it was all pretty vague. Then there was the Oort cloud, trillions of comets tumbling through the darkness, shadowy and still vague. Now there is the Kuiper Belt, with multiple named objects, including Eris and Dysnomia, 97 AU from the sun, nearly a hundred ten billion miles to put it old fashionedly. (I got a bit carried away there!)

Using these distant places as literal 'way stations' on an interstellar mission do not hold up (though there could conceivably be powerful lasers pre-positioned out there to help scoot a starcraft along). But before we ever attempt a true interstellar mission they are further shores, one beyond another, till the Solar System does not so much end as slip gracefully away into the interstellar depths. There is plenty to keep us busy for a very long time to come.

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

Great post! Very philosophical. No 'space rush'; a gradual build up of people living on various spacestations, bases, outposts, and what-have-you, instead of a huge surge of colony building on every empty piece of real estate floating around the Solar System.
Very reminicent of "The Rolling Stones".
Ferrell

Rick said...

Funny that you should bring up The Rolling Stones. Today I was thinking about Mars, and how it would be impacted in tourist season. Heinlein got there 50 years ago.

And while I hadn't ever thought about it, TRS indeed portrays a modest and low keyed Solar System. Even if the asteroid mining is shamelessly 'Death Valley Days, with everything but the 20 mule team Borax wagon.

I never cared for The Moon is a Harsh Mistress, by the way, partly because I never for a moment bought that the character in that book is the real Hazel Stone.

Anonymous said...

Gerry O'Neill's space colonies were sort of a new take on the solar system, as compared to Heinlein. And Pournelle's asteroid mining articles came even after that.

Look at the B612 Foundation

Rick said...

Yes, there was a whole 'second age' of solar system thinking after the rocketpunk era. I don't know when O'Neill first suggested hab cans, probably in the 60s, though I associate the idea with the 70s when I remember hearing about it. But the Belter ethos, if not the tech, is much older than Pournelle - Heinlein had it in Rolling Stones.

SF never really picked up much on the 'second age' Solar System, that I know of. Mostly space SF went interstellar and operatic - both of which it had already been before the rocketpunk era, to be sure. Kim Stanley Robinson's Mars books qualify, but on the whole the Solar System has been pretty fallow in SF for a few decades now.

Cordwainer said...

No profit in a space station unless you couple it with space tourism and scientific research. Pay half a million to be a guinea pig for NASA to research longterm effects of space travel, anyone? Seems the most likely route is to mine the Moon and nearby asteroids. Even then long term colonization is probably unneccesary. Mars is a pipe dream I agree with Larry Niven its too far away and too much of a gravity well. The only way we can contemplate long term colonization is if we have the tech to terraform. Mind you digging out a lunar cavern and placing a habitat close to the Moon's core would have it's advantages and would require only near term technology.

Rick said...

Welcome to the comment threads!

I don't think that going back to the Moon is very much of a draw. The problem isn't so much that it is desolate (what isn't?), but that it *looks* desolate.

Chris Formitzi said...
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Chris Formitzi said...

For someone so adept at out-of-the-box thinking - and *realistic* thinking at that - it is rather surprising to see the very same source toeing the party line with stock, off-the-shelf rhetoric about how humans are destroying the planet - a notion so naïve and supremely arrogant as to leave the term "infantile" in the dust. One single volcanic eruption can do - and has done - exponentially more damage in one shot than the whole of humanity since its inception. The planet is so much bigger than its complement of humanity that it defies imagination, and one need look no further than Google Earth to see this. Every time we start a car engine, we're destroying the planet, and yet we can't even *know* when it's going to rain, let alone control it. Our CO2 emissions are creating runaway greenhouse effects, and yet every week thousands die from extreme cold that we can't control. It seems we only have this omnipotent power over our planet when its application is inadvertent. When it comes to harnessing that almighty power we're supposed to have, we are suddenly as weak and inept as a single ant against Mt. Everest. It is a curious situation, to say the least.

Pete said...

One small complaint.. How do you justify the 2-3 century period of prediction? 50 years is more often quoted for that sort of thing. For example I certainly can't argue that a clanking replicator will be invented in 50 years but I can't see how to argue it is implausible either.