So yesterday SpaceX launched the third prototype of its comically sci-fi looking Starship. It launched beautifully, hovered at 10k above the ground, did its terrifying bellyflop falling-with-style thing, then relit and landed neatly on its tail in a manner that would have made Doc Smith proud. High fives all around, cut to commercial.
I’m told that the flight was a complete success in every way that mattered for the test, but it did have a tragicomic ending.
In both the best and worst of all possible ways, we’re living in the future. I kinda feel like private-sector tycoons are finally achieving what all us 60’s kids assumed would be commonplace by now – just in time to hand competent spaceflight to our dystopian masters. Sigh.