h a l f b a k e r yA riddle wrapped in a mystery inside a rich, flaky crust
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There he goes, tumbling around helplessly with his
lifeline
severed, and empty jetpack fuel canisters on his back,
just a few hundred feet away from safety...
Bravely, he recites anecdotes from his illustrious career
as
administrative assistants in Houston bawl their eyes out
while their
bosses square their jaws stoically.
And yet, there is a source of fuel readily available to
him,
had only his suit been designed properly! It is his own
body, or more accurately, his own breath and bodily
fluids.
Our new SCORE spacesuit will enable the properly trained
astronaut to blow or eliminate through one-way valves to
create necessary inertial motion should the jet-pack run
low on other fuels.
Let them give a shit, and let them live.
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how can this action not generate a reaction? |
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But a simpler and better way to implement this
would be to have a small valve in one of the fingers
which could be opened to provide a directable jet
from the suit's limited air supply. |
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Uhhh, "recycling" does not normally equate with
"dumping". |
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On a geological timescale it does. |
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recycling as fuel, Vernon. |
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In space no one can hear you stream. |
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