Chapter 283 Not Half

In the conference room of Building 12 of the Kennedy Space Center, seven people held the study manual just issued by NASA in their hands, with different expressions.

"This sixty-odd-page thing is just a catalog?" Fatty felt extremely collapsed, "I have to learn basic rocket physics, aerodynamics, orbital dynamics, jet propulsion, astronomy... I can understand all these, but life science What about geology and materials science? And I can’t even understand the title of electronic engineering, how could we have learned so much in 55 days?”

"Remind you, these are only theoretical parts." The boy who looked like a high school student said.

"What's next?" the fat man asked desperately.

"Physical training, EVA (extravehicular walking), space disorientation training, spacesuit training, familiarity training, driving training, emergency escape training... everything is possible. After all, Apollo 11 was already 50 years ago. The space program, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure what kind of training is available in this era." The boy who looked like a high school student said, his face was not very good-looking.

He was originally the most excited among the players. For an aerospace enthusiast, there is nothing cooler than flying a spacecraft into space, not to mention participating in one of the most important events in human history. Although It’s a fly in the ointment to only plant the American flag on the moon, but it’s only in the game after all, and it won’t affect reality, but when he actually gets the manual and remembers how much astronauts have to learn, it’s hard to laugh again out.

"Fate Circle?" The corner of the mouth of the strong man named Anthony raised a sarcastic smile, "Then you should be able to go to heaven directly."

"Actually, there is no need to be so pessimistic." The middle-aged man with an intellectual appearance pushed his glasses on his face, "There are three positions on Apollo 11, which means that apart from the skills that astronauts must master, we Everyone can give up some training purposefully, choose a main direction of attack, and complement each other..."

However, he was interrupted before he finished speaking. A tall, thin and listless young man said, "Forget it, uncle, since everyone is playing solo queue except for the fat man over there." People, it's better not to take other people for fools."

He yawned and said lazily, "Don't tell me you didn't notice, that captain named William Kenhouse, with a small notebook in his hand, when each of us got off the multi-axis training machine He will write something in that notebook. If there is no accident, he should be grading our performance, and these grading must be related to who among us can go to Apollo 11, who will be the substitute, you let us We purposely gave up some training and focused on some training, but the sum of three 60 points is much higher than one 80 points."

The middle-aged man with the appearance of an intellectual pushed his glasses, and said without changing his face, "I just provide you with a plan to increase your chances of survival after taking off..."

"The premise is that we have to be able to sit in the command/service module of Apollo 11 first, isn't it?" the high school student said.

"Actually... if we really want to count, our chances of being selected are still very high." The middle-aged man with the appearance of an intellectual said leisurely.

"The odds of half to half can only be said to be normal." The strong man named Anthony frowned.

"Not half." The high school student seemed to think of something, and his eyes lit up.

"What?" The listless young man turned the pen in his hand.

The high school student's eyes turned to the only female player in the dungeon, who raised her eyebrows, "Why?"

"Unfortunately, you may have entered the wrong copy this time. If the difficulty of our game is difficult, then your game difficulty this time is likely to be hell."

"How did you see that?"

"You don't know much about America in the 1960s, do you?" The middle-aged man with the appearance of an intellectual smiled gently.

"Marilyn Monroe, The Beatles, Bob Dylan... Is there anything else worth mentioning in this era?" the girl asked rhetorically.

"Although the Civil Rights Act of 1964 has come into effect, it is a pity that discrimination still exists, not only against people of color, but also against women. This is why the feminist movement was frequent in the 1960s and 1970s. Women are very fewer are allowed to serve on juries, get half as much loans from banks as men, and pay half as much interest.”

The high school student took the words, "Few people know that NASA implemented a program to determine whether women could become astronauts in 1960. 25 female pilots were invited to accept the same program as the male astronauts of the 'Mercury' program. The inspection and assessment, 13 of them passed."

"What happened to them?"

"Although these 13 women received the same evaluation and training as male astronauts, they were never officially announced as reserve astronauts, and there were no plans to arrange for them to enter spaceflight. It is said that this is because NASA management believes that female astronauts It would waste scarce resources, distract public attention from male astronauts, and create negative publicity should they be injured or die during missions, which is why NASA ended the training program for female astronauts in 1963."

The high school student paused, "It has to be mentioned that in the same year, the Soviet Union sent the first female astronaut Valentina Tereshkova into space. Compared with the two, it can be said that It's very ironic."

"So if I want to board Apollo 11, not only must I perform well, but I also have to pray that Captain Kenhouse and the top management of NASA who rated us are all forward-looking people who have no prejudice against women?"

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid so."

"That's really too bad." The girl tried her best to squeeze out a forced smile on her face. She was sitting very close to Zhang Heng, but after hearing this sentence, she moved her buttocks to Zhang Heng's side. , the body is almost attached to the latter's body.

"Five into three, so our luck is not bad this time." The strong man named Anthony showed a look of joy on his face.

"The time is so tight this time. I suggest that we live in peace in this dungeon. Everyone depends on their abilities. Whoever scores the highest score in the end will win the main task." The middle-aged man with an intellectual appearance finished speaking, He looked at the only person in the room who had never spoken.

The strong man and high school student named Anthony also shifted his gaze to Zhang Heng. Although the young man who looked sleepy did not look back, the pen that had been spinning in his hand also stopped at this moment.

Zhang Heng has been sitting in the corner, flipping through the study manual quietly. After hearing this, he finally raised his head, closed the manual in his hand, and said flatly, "I refuse."