The Man Who Sold Mars
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Authors: K. Anderson Yancy
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When former U.S. Marine Corps fighter
pilot and NASA astronaut turned Wall Street Tycoon, Stephen Young, decides to
use the world’s capital markets to fund his expedition to be the first to Mars,
he finds the legal, governmental, and interpersonal battles are more difficult
than the technical aspects of such a gargantuan undertaking.
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5. They’re Coming For
You. Be Ready.
13. A Gift To The
United Nations
19. We Should Have Done
This A Long Time Ago
20. Seven Of The
Richest People In The World . . . Homeless
23. Private Military
Company ( PMC )
25. Handing Over The
Reigns Of Power
26. You Will Die During
The Takeoff To Mars
31. No One Returns From
A Siren’s Call
It was on Luna — July 21, 1969 — 02:17
GMT, Greenwich Mean Time, where Neil Armstrong radioed back to billions of
people on Terra, “Houston, Tranquility Base Here. The Eagle has landed.”
On that day, he became the first American
and first man to land on the moon. Exiting the lunar module, he placed his
left foot upon the moon: “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for
mankind.”
Later that day, he and Edwin “Buzz”
Aldrin planted the American Flag and then unveiled a plaque bearing President
Nixon’s signature and an inscription: “Here men from the Planet Earth first
set foot upon the moon July 1969 AD. We came in peace for all mankind.”
And I Stephen Young, a young boy of eight,
half asleep, dressed in pajamas, sat in the lap of my father, Robert W. Young,
a United States Marine Corps Captain, wearing his “Alpha” uniform with badges,
ribbons, and a pilot’s wings.
He kissed me on the head and with great
love squeezed my mom’s, Evelyn’s, hand and said to me, “It’s bedtime.”
He again kissed me, and picked me, and
carried me to my bedroom, while I drifted back and forth between the lands of
dreams.
In the hallway, near my room, eyes
closed, partially dozing, I promised, “Dad, I’m going to be an astronaut when I
grow up.”
“You can be anything you choose to be and
are willing to work hard to become.”
“Good. Then, I’m going to be the first
to Mars and I’m taking you and mom with me.”
He kissed me and my young cheeks
ballooned with my smile. With love, he entered my room placed me on my bed,
covered me, then kissed me goodnight.
Sleepy I said, “Good night dad.”
“Good night.”
Half asleep, I watched my dad leave, then
slowly turning my head I saw my lunar module lying on the night stand beside
me, and reached for the model my dad and I’d spent hours assembling from a kit,
and pulled the spaceship to me, holding it against my chest while I slept.
The next day was beautiful and I played
in the backyard with my lunar module and an armada of space ships, while my
father prepared to place marinated steaks on the grill and mom set the table on
the patio.
At the home beside ours, a car pulled
into the alley entrance of the garage and in an erotic fueled instant, Janice
and Fred Beacon exited on fire, kissing, hands all over one another, and on a fast
route to their bedroom.
I stood up and greeted my buddy and his
wife, “Hi, Mr. Beacon. Mrs. Beacon.”
Oblivious to all but their desires, they
were surprised by me and the Beacons froze in place and a very surprised and
embarrassed Janice removed Fred's hand from her breast and said, “ Hi.”
