What it would be like for me to live on a spaceship for a long time


Today I'd like to time-travel into the future, and ponder what it would like for me to live on a spaceship for a long time. This is a journey of imagination, come along with me.

I don't know about you, but I've always had a touch of claustrophobia, and I need to get outdoors on a regular basis. Don't get me wrong, I'm no outdoorsman, hiking into the wild, I'm just someone who enjoys a cup of coffee on the patio, or maybe a couple of beers outside of a restaurant (especially if you're buying!). I dislike enclosed places, like dentist's waiting rooms, and I'll usually excuse myself to go stand outside. So living in a spaceship probably wouldn't work for me, not matter how big it is, or how comfortable. In the old science fiction movies that I used to love, you would rarely see someone taking a spacewalk just for fun. But if someone looked out of the porthole on any spaceship I'm on, they'd see me. "Yep, there's Brad out there spacewalking again. I wonder why?"

Of course, I'm talking about a huge spaceship where you could get up and walk around all you want, and would have a cafeteria, and probably a gym, I'm not talking about a real spaceship where you would be jammed into a tiny space. And even on that big spaceship I'd get itchy. I know because I've worked in big buildings, one in Los Angeles, and one in Phoenix, and I'd still go out for a short walk on my breaks, or during lunch.

I suppose there would be some kind of virtual reality room that I could go to so I could walk in a garden, or sit on a patio quaffing beers. I wonder if that would work for me? I hope it would, otherwise I'd be at sick  bay, probably wearing a straight jacket.

OK, sorry, I'm trying to keep this light. If you're asking me "Are you being funny?" I'd have to say, "Apparently not".

I'm inclined to think that I'd start talking to the computer. "Hal? It's me again, I think I'm losing my mind, will you sing me a song?"

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do,
I'm half crazy,
All for the love of you.

It won't be a stylish marriage,
I haven't got a carriage,
But you'll look sweet, up on the seat,
Of a bicycle built for two!

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