Let’s ignore the technologies that might be impossible e.g., warp drive, dilithium crystals, and transporters. Let’s ignore the technologies that we have no idea how to reproduce in a similar way artificial gravity. Let’s just focus on trying to build a space-worthy scale replica of the USS Enterprise that uses existing structural and propulsion capabilities.The Starship Enterprise is much more massive than the International Space Station. Here’s a comparison of their respective sizes. Note that I’ve used the original Enterprise, not the Abrams version, which is considerably larger.
I’ve had the temerity to publish on this weblog, an excerpt from my unpublished novel, The Education of an Unimportant Man which I completed over two years ago. Perhaps it will be of interest to a few who may walk by my hide here by the river bank. The work required two years of my life and found no publisher. I have decided to share at least a little of it. The most important person in my life thinks it is excellent work. And so do I and why would I not?
To find it look near the small, sea tortoise on the weblog. He appears to be swimming toward the surface of the water and up into the light. It is just below “As for this Site.”
This is original work and cannot be copied or disseminated in any way without my consent. Thank you. There, Spritely, I’ve done it!
I heard this advice from my dad and I believe my two brothers heard it too. I believe it may have have been inspired by Rudyard Kipling’s poem, “If -.” Before everything else Dad was an electrical engineer, especially an electrical engineer. He set this career goal when he was seven Unlike my mother and I, he was not an English major nor inclined to the literary, but he did enjoy reading war history. He was a man of science and technology. I doubt if he knew or cared about the poem but as a strong Victorian, born of Moravian farmers, he believed in will, determination and stick-to-it-iveness.
Most poignant for me is the second stanza— truth best learned early:
If you can dream —and not make dreams your master;
If you can think —and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
. . . you’ll be a man, son!