| Everything was ready, and the world
        watched with bated breath as the sheath came off, and the
        name of the rocket that was to take humankind to Venus
        was revealed. The good ship
        "Penis I" stood on the launchpad,
        ready for lift off. The boss of NASA, knowing only he was
        responsible for the name, was trying to make up his mind
        whether he should run away and become a hermit or just
        commit suicide. But nothing would stop the mission now. "Penis I, Penis I",
        spluttered Mission Control, to the muffled sound of
        background laughter. "Confirm ready for lift off. T
        minus Fifteen seconds." "Roger Control", replied
        Ralph. "Penis I ready for lift off". The flight path had all been designed
        so that Penis I would launch, skilfully avoid crashing
        straight into the moon, and head for Venus in record
        time. When it got there, a landing module would detach
        itself and land on the surface of Venus. What happened
        after that was anybody's guess, although the various
        parties involved in the project had their own particular
        aims. The scientists wanted the astronauts to
        gather scientific data about the planet, and to collect
        samples of anything that wasn't nailed down. Dust, rock,
        water, plants, anything they could find to bring back
        that the propellerheads could pull apart and study the
        atoms of. The PR people wanted great pictures of
        Venus, showing the power of humankind's skill at getting
        men onto Venus. They wanted weird alienesque images, and
        preferably, some contact and an informative conversation
        with an actual alien. The military wanted to make sure there
        were no aliens there, especially Communist or Iraqi ones,
        and to have the crap blasted out of any that they found.
        They also wanted the planet claimed on behalf of the
        population of Earth. Penis I lifted off to the cheers and
        laughter of most of humanity, and climbed through the
        heavens towards Venus. Some joker back at Mission Control
        had programmed the computer to say "welcome to the
        inaugural flight to Venus. We'll be flying at a speed
        of..." but Ralph, who was not one for joking even at
        the best of times, shut it off. He didn't even listen to
        how many frequent flier miles he would be earning. Actually they were frequent flier
        kilometres, and there would be fifty million of them
        going each way, assuming that the astronauts survived the
        Venus mission. Unfortunately NASA didn't run many public
        flights, and they weren't associated with any of the
        other space flight companies or the airlines, so the
        chances of using the 100,000,000 points were not very
        good. |