Nuclear Fusion Rocket Engine

But first, let's all welcome Rush Limbaugh to Hell. If ever anyone distilled the acid bile of white supremacy, bigotry and chauvinism, bottled it in victim-size personal containers, it's Rush. People will say he was being funny, kidding, joking around. No, our soft round boy was never kidding and everyone knew it. He was just a mean feral pest.

Hopefully, Rush is being passed around like an underage Dominican pajama boy from demon to demon, contracting every possible venereal disease in existence. 

Anyway, let's talk nuclear fusion rocket engines. You would think a rocket engine would be easier to build than a reactor, seeing as you don't need a sustained and contained reaction, but you always have that squishy spurts at the magnetic pinch that kablooeys the plasma burn. Fusion has been produced since 1932 with a cyclotron by Marc Oliphant at Cambridge's Cavendish laboratory. Fusion is easy to do. Why, a high school science fair student could (has) produce nuclear fusion by constructing a Farnsworth Fusor. The problem is producing a big enough reaction to propel spaceships.

My guess is a successful fusion rocket will, well, first of all it s all magnets. But my guess is a fusion rocket will require a little machine learning AI to cuddle and tickle the plasma to create an exhaust. An AI that we will find composed of algorithms we cannot understand. The fusion rocket will be an alien organ, and part of a larger animal called your spacecraft. You can read all sorts of technical things on fusion engine but I would prefer to work it as a Fermi question from three assumptions. 

First, that the engine fuses regular old hydrogen. No fancy lithium deuteride fuel like Project Daedalus used. Let's assume a boron nitride consumable along with the liquid hydrogen fuel, utilizing a cominaion of laser driven intertial confinement and magnetic compression powering a magnetic pulse plasma, and leave it at that. 

The second assumption is that whatever the engine looks like, it is about the size and weight (8400kg)of a Rocketdyne F1 engine.I choose the F1 as still the most powerful rocket engine built (late 50s) and its performance characteristics are well known. 1.5 million pounds of thrust. Managed by pumps that could drain an Olympic size pool in seconds.

The third assumption is we are using an Orion spacecraft as payload which is about 22,700kg in mass, and a rocket configuration similar to the first stage of a Saturn 1B, which gives us a rocket dry mass of about 42,000kg, for a total mass of 64,700kg. 

Ready to be bored with math? Here we go. A B11-proton fusion reaction produces about 8.9 million electron volts per reaction.

Treating the boron nitride component as part of the engine allows us to use only the mass of the hydrogen fuel for energy density which works out to about 107 trillion joules per kilogram.

So our ideal exhaust velocity from momentum equation, E=1/2 *m * V^2, converts to V = sqrt(2* E/m), plug in the 107 in E/m, gives us V = sqrt(214tj/kg) = 14,629 km/sec.

That's not bad considering. Okay, lets' go to Mars. Or Mars and back.

Accelerating at 1 g to go halfway to Mars, flip over and decelerate at 1 g to Mars, gives us a very comfy ride that takes, in total depending on the distance, about 8 days 9 hours round trip (assuming average distance of 2 AU). This is about 7128.6 km/sec total speed for the trip

So, using the idealized Tsiolkovsky rocket equation of  propellant mass is U = 1 - 1/exp(total speed/exhaust velocity) = 1 - exp(7128.6/14629) = .245 of total mass.

Given that our rocket is 66,700kg gives is a total liquid hydrogen weight of 66,770 * .245 = 16,345kg. Liquid hydrogen has a density of 71 kg per cubic meter meaning the fuel tank is about 21 meters x 21 meters which is just about the size of the fuel tanks of our Saturn 1B first stage.

For comparison purposes, a Saturn 1B equipped with an Orion spacecraft payload and using an F1 engine would use 399,400kg of fuel.

Wait, you say, I thought a ton of deuterium fusion fuel is equal to 29 billion tons of coal, and our propellant mass from crude chemical to fusion rocket is only .04 which is 4/100s. Not very impressive.

Fine. This was a crude estimation problem* and besides I'm getting you to Mars in 4 days versus 9 months. Sure we can do better on the approximation but would you rather fly my fusion rocket or end up a tumor-ridden cripple on one of Elon Musk's Starships?

The Era of Broken Dreams

Which I date to Q2 1972, the day the 1% achieved escape velocity. The Long Boom, the post-WWII good times, was an anomaly, a grotesque aberration which stuck in the craw of the rich for intolerable decades. Fortunately, we worked our way back to inequality and the hereditary meritocracy the rich felt had been taken from them. This is, of course, a false narrative as the rich have always enjoyed their economic apartheid, but Q2 1972 was when they were freed forever by machines and algorithms. Now that they had built a secure enclave of domesticated food-powered robot peasants, it was simply a matter of time before they would be entirely rid of the remaining ferals, the stinky food-powered robot peasants.

The 21st century beckoned, when all the cool technocratic shit was going to be available. Not flying cars. Fuck flying cars. What a stupid idea. No, we were supposed to have nuclear fusion, space colonies, cities under the sea, IQ enhancing drugs, smart robots, age-prolongation/rejuvenation, and food-o'plenty grown in little plastic tubs so Earth could once again become an earthly paradise.

All stale century-old dreams of some nerd from the 1920s. Let's pick a current one with the same narrow vision.

How about Elon Musk? Too easy? True, he's a dork with poor communication skills, a perfect product of the current capitalist fitness curve, the narrative of beneficial inequality, but he also has bullshitted so many otherwise sane or semi-intelligent people.

Elon Musk gonna put Texas on the map. Between his prediction of an Austin boom town to Starship, he figures he will be the first trillionaire. That's a million million, and that's something worth being scared of.

Elon Musk piloting a Texas Mecha into the sunset gonna trod upon a lot of ape-shaped ants, but, hey, Elon Musk is going to Mars.

Elon Musk is not going to Mars.

Certainly not with that goofy Buck Rogers Starship. The logistics of a space colony I briefly went into some six years ago in this essay. The odds of a successful space colony are even worse today, but there is no way you win the Solar System* without at least a nuclear thermal rocket, and, quite honestly, even then it's a no-go. You need a nuclear fusion rocket to do anything beyond delivering corpses or tumor-ridden cripples to Mars. 

Anyone who looks at the numbers realizes Starship is just a stunt, a con to separate rubes from their monies. Here's a pretty good critique about Starship. I really don't understand why people laud Musk for doing things that were done 60 years ago, and with a lot less computing power. But hey. Musk is supposedly trying to make a resusable launch vehicle to cut down the payload cost of Earth-to-LEO through economies of scale. Current cost is $2,720/kg on a Falcon 9. (Actual cost is much higher due to adding in beyond the launch cost).

The thing that really pisses me off is the USA had a perfectly acceptable nuclear thermal rocket from the NERVA test days, back when it was estimated (from actual test results) a nuke launch would be around $10/kg. True, people worried about a nuclear booster crash, but we've already got so much plutonium in our bones, what's a few nanograms-per-person more? 

I think it's really interesting that the last test of a nuclear thermal rocket, the NERVA-XE in 1969, was just at the ankle bend of the development curve, and, 50 years later, would be kicking the living crap out of any existing chemical rocket. Given 50 years development and use, there would currently be at least 10 million tons of stuff in orbit right now. Easily. As opposed to the ISS 420 tons. What's a few atomic accidents, considering the fuck-ups we've already experienced?

So, Elon is no dummy. He knows this. He's conning you. 

I have attire, you have despair

It is very close to one year under the plague restrictions and I probably should be fluent in Spanish, but instead I am reduced to watching reruns of reality TV. Click bait shows, celebrating schadenfreude and massive fail. Back in my day we called them sitcoms.

This week I realized I am watching reruns of reruns and also the library opened back up so now I have books to read. I am alarmed at how old and stupid I am becoming. 20-30 years ago I'd do 3-4 books every week or two and remember most of the stuff I read. Now, it must be because I don't sleep and dream as much and the short-term to long-term memory just ain't what it used to be. I am inexorably becoming addled. That's a joke because the family history is, thank the Nothing, dementia-free.

The thing I noticed about incompetence porn is it is not in TVtropes. Or maybe it is, as the Armenian Azerbaijan 2020 air war doesn't provide new insight on warfare, just substitute unmanned for manned. There's a category already.

Still, the main thing is that you eventually hate these people, and the only way to change that is put even more awful people on to the show. Eventually, people you used to hate become preferable what's next on the downward treadmill. Until, back to slavery, I guess. Matter of fact, a better title of any piece of fiction is Slaves and Masters.

Here's a fiction for you, flavored by the 2020 Nagorno-Karabakh war.

It's been done. This story. We'll call it Goldbot vs. Silverbot but it's an old Twilight zone take on the last war survivors, the last remnants of civilization. The robot warriors. There is competence porn. By, the way, Goldie and Silv are in a winter landscape because it took about ten years for the Earth to get back to its Icehouse phase. Don't want no Hothouse. Hothouse, from here on out, ice ape babies, is bad.

It's interesting how competence as a measure for qualities changes through the ages. Now, it means doing something well. But a century ago, when character mattered more than doing, it meant trustworthy, to be a gentleman. The lowly mechanick of two centuries ago, competent by today's standards, was thought of little better than a whore.Like actors. And if we take Modernism to be recent, then the past 5000 years of modern history views competence as simply getting along with other people not like yourself. Which gets us back to hating people on TV.

People talk about well of course there is conspiracy run amok on the Internet because it was designed to be gossipy and conspiratorial in structure. If the Internet is our brain, then I guess TV is our eyes, radio our ears. I've lost the point.

Reading an E.O. Wilson book about, what do you know, ants. The Fermi entertainment, meaning mathematically guessing, for how many ants there are tells us this is the Planet of the Ants (provided you ignore microbes and assume they aren't a superintelligent billions year old subterranean world net).

Around 7.5 billion humans in the terran Petri dish versus a million times as many ants. But! Ants on average are a million times smaller than humans so it works out biomass-wise we about even steven. So! What about infrastructure? Our techno biofilm vs the ants. Let's go one trillion pounds for each pound of human flesh. Ants? Oh. They've had a 99 million year head start. 

Ants win.

But then. ants haven't been to the Moon. Or have they?

Apotropaic Genitalia

Knock on wood. Here is a picture of a fascinus, a penis charm to ward off evil. 

One wonders why Mr. Spock from Star Trek (himself bearing a resemblance to Satan or some other dark elf from Fairyland) found everything fascinating. Lots of distracting bonerific stuff out there in the galaxy to distract the gaze of the evil eye, I guess.

So, how did I end up checking out boner, buttock, and vulva charms? Well, this rabbit hole started out with the news item about the arson of a house in Poughkeepsie, NY. The house was a "Halloween house" used by the Church of Satan. Someone burned it down. What caught my eye was the house was located in the "witchcraft district" in the city. This lead me to read about the witch houses of the Hudson valley. This article documented the strange objects hidden behind walls or secret rooms or voids within the houses built by the early Dutch colonists of the Northeast. 

Many of these artifacts were eventually recognized as apotropaic totems or objects to ward off evil. I myself, helping with the rehab of an old 19th century house in NW Indiana back in the 90s, came across objects and carvings in the walls . At the time we were incurious and only moderately creeped out and paid it no mind. But now, I recognize it all as a method to ward off evil. Not all the objects are house wards. Witch bottles, containing human hair, finger and toe nail clippings, bent nails and broken pins, were used as personal charms to distract evil spirits from inhabitants, especially children. The idea being a spirit would be lured to the bottle via sympathetic human remains, there to be trappped an injured or killed by the "dead" nails and pins.

Anyway, this lead me to read about apotropaic genitalia in all its forms. Penises are used but also vulvae and buttocks. This no doubt is why so many vagina dentata carving sare found throughout the world. Bare buttocks were also utilized, such as the Aphrodite Kallipygos statue.

So, in American culture, perhaps the strictures against nudity go beyond mere prudish or squeamish Puritanical bias, and recognize the power of the naughty bits.

We are the Antimatter Universe

One of the disadvantages of no wifi is I'm about 6-9 months behind everyone else. One of the advantages is I am 6-9 behind everyone else.

(I have wifi, I have a phone hotspot, but that's it).

Item: I bought the Oculus Rift-S and love it. But then I heard a rumor that you would have to log online through Facebook to use it in your own home and I said out. No more contacts for this computer. It's possible that Facebook is fucking with me through the thumb drive, but otherwise cut off from the web and they miss us, aw, sweet.

In fact I've frozen most of my workflow to where I like it. No more updates unless it broken.

Anyways, so through my library I got The Irishman by Martin Scorcese and also Westworld.Season 3.

Now, most folks know that the original Westworld movie was about an future amusement park where the robots run amok and slaughter all the guests. The chilling line was something like "they've been designing their programs in ways we don't understand". 

Yul Brynner was The Man In Black and his bunnies were James Brolin and a surprisingly surviving Richard Benjamin. God Bless America's Jews. They gave us TV sitcoms and the Bomb.

Anyway, I could google it but I'm gonna assume that the HBO reimagining addressed the reason the robots slaughter the humans. The robots are people. They're not human people, anymore than a smart octopus would be a human people.

Robot people think like rocket ships compared to us birds. They are rocket ships built by birds. 

It's a Greek tragedy or a Norse comedy take your pick.

Point being I'm gonna spoil it for you. We're not all robots but we are used like them.

And that also is the message of the Irishman. You do what you're told, we got no problems.

Point being follow your loop or get pulled from the Park.

This Is the Future Liberals (used to) Want

1/6/21 Screw the Putsch Day.  I took a nap this past Wednesday. I used to not like naps. Now I know it is natural for us to take naps. I woke a little after 2pm, looked at my phone, and found out affluent white hooligans were trashing the Capitol building, hunting down Congress critters, selfie-stick trolling for monetization. They finally got to be hippies and yippies, and unlike the ones in the 60s, actually occupied the Capitol building.

Suck on that, Abbie Hoffman. You couldn't even levitate a Pentagon.

There were lots of expensive cosplay gear, or at least stylish for a hardware store.. Everyone was scrubbed and laundered (especially buffalo hat guy).  This was Batesian mimicry, blue collar coloration. A harmless creature aping the colors of a more deadly animal. And there were dangerous ones in among those alpha males, but most were holy shit your dumb neighbor. And then they went back to their hotels and partied. So, mostly affluent white hooligans. And leave it at that.

In my hypnogogic state, an advantage to being fully awake, I wondered, how the fuck did they get in? As an inside job, cops complicit? More than one inside job? Was this Trump's stupid coup, a Rube Goldberg machine his 10 year old mind deemed perfect to get him 4 more years? Or did Pelosi and Mitch realize the trillion dollars in optics this would bring them? A she-devil's bargain struck to save the Republican party? Or some larger and nefarious 9-D chess play from the Westworld hyperomputer? Or is the prosaic explanation of incompetence not enough to ease suspicions?

One must never rule out the lowest common denominator. So, yeah, still, several inside jobs, corporate entities and families rummaging about. I'm looking in the Mercer's direction. Aliens.  Or, having just binge watched Westworld Season 3, definitely an AI.

What's next? More blood that's for sure.

2021 is gonna suck hard

Naturally it will because everyone is ready for a break... and they won't get it. Face it, folks from here on out its gonna get worse in new and different ways. Better in some, sure. But ol' Robert A. Heinlein's Future History seems to peg the Crazy Years.

Which means what? It's like we suffer the fate of our defeated enemies, but on delay. Right now, America is going through a Soviet collapse.

Kurman you're crazy. Despite the pandemic thing, the It which is the global economy is more ravenous than ever. Talk about invasive species.

We can have a temporary downturn, but appetite is there, especially more so with the poor aping the rich in consumption and a vast new middle class throughout the world island.

Democrats worse nightmare, the Stock Market takes a shit and Trump capers around like an Oompa-loompa crowing I Told You So! 2022. Republican house, or return to Republican Senate, or both, which means Biden has about two weeks to do anything.

He's not going to do anything. Oh, he'll send out a shitload of executive orders, but not much in Congress. 

Mitch will see to that. Even as Minority Leader, he is the severed head of a snapping turtle. 

So, stuff happens, but nothing happens. Until shit happens.

Expect more suicide bombers like our Tennessee friend. Expect more vigilante justice from incompetent white people like Killer Kyle Rittenhouse.

Socialism made Killer Kyle kill. If he ain't ought'n got that stimmie check of $1200 smackers, he'd have never gotten his peashooter. And I don't see anyone hiring Killer Kyle for security without a pop gun.

I'm actually pissed at the boogie bois* in his posse what should've realized he was a stupid child and looked out for him. They should have kept the baby elephant inside the perimeter. But no, my suspicion was they was all baby elephants. White elephants. Whyte elephants.

Whyte. Whyte sounds evil and witchy, which.. nah. White people ain't witchy. Goth, but not witchy.

Will we have our first domestic terrorist nuke? Nope.