Competition Team: Matthew Stutzke
Christian Boling
Daniel Quintanilla-Rico
Similar to the 49ers of the 19th century that set out on a treacherous journey to California in search of riches during the Gold Rush, the 2149ers are a second wave of pioneers in the 22nd century Their mission: to discover wealth beyond their wildest dreams amongst the millions of asteroids that orbit in Saturn's Rings. When Voyager 3, Saturn's last probe, provided evidence of a new element, word spread around the world fast. Only a few hundred million kilometers from Earth, the abundance of asteroids that float adrift could contain trillions of dollars’ worth of Nebulum. The Gold Rush of 1849 saw thousands of migrants’ travel from all around the world to seek wealth. Some traveled thousands of miles for many months in uncomfortable conditions. This same drive and passion are seen amongst the 2149ers as they travel by spacecraft at tens of thousands of km/h for years at times to reach their claims. Nebulum has an atomic weight twice that of gold at 158 with properties previously unbeknownst to man. Its genesis led to the founding of ASTER; an asteroid mining corporation dedicated to the goal of mining Nebulum to provide an energy source to power cutting edge space travel technology.
Asteroid mining is the spark of space colonization, it serves as the cash crop for future expansion into intergalactic development. The true value of asteroid mining lies in the resources Nebulum provides for building the infrastructure for deep space travel. Like the Boom Towns in the 1850’s created by the Gold Rush, colonies will emerge around these asteroid claims. New cities and economies will surge through outer space as technology advances. The spirit of adventure and legacy serve as the driving force for these individuals. We will follow the journal of Dean Wallace, an asteroid mining pioneer, as he documents his journey.
Log 1
February 17th, 2149
”Voyage”
On the morning of February 17th, 2149, at Launch Bay No. 4, Vandenberg Air Force Base, California, where our vessel lay, a crowd had gathered— families, journalists, nondescript onlookers, and friends who had come to take a last view and bid us farewell. We buckled into our seats amid hundreds of voyagers who sought the same dreams of space exploration. Around us gathered the brotherhood, who from hasty greetings turned their anxious faces toward friends on the western launch head. There were wives and children, sons and daughters, friends and loved ones, venting their pent-up grief at parting. The trembling voices, tearful eyes, and saddened faces were not only on land. Passing through the clouds was never more beautiful. Many were occupied by maintaining consciousness under the immense pressures of lift off. On either side was the beautifully gentle curve of the Earth, as vibrant blues turn to colorless nothing as our home soon faded away to the deep abyss of space. Forward, the spaceship Panama, moved to the “Golden Gate” of our own destined port, while the diminishing planet was fading away behind us. The feelings of weightlessness began as we exited Earth's orbit and I felt the realities of my decisions weigh down on me. This would be my fate for the next 38 months. I will have plenty of time to reflect on the opportunities of wealth that Saturn's rings hold for us.