Algae Caviar, Anyone? What We’ll Eat on the Journey to Mars

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To anybody who occurred to be wanting up that morning, maybe from the deck of a ship off the coast of Portsmouth, New Hampshire, the aircraft would have seemed to be on a particularly alarming trajectory. It rocketed into the cloudless late-summer sky at a 45-degree angle, slowed momentarily and leveled out, then nosed down towards the ocean, plunging 17,000 vertical ft in a matter of seconds. On the final second, it leveled out once more and commenced one other climb, on the lookout for all of the world as if it have been being piloted by a hopelessly indecisive hijacker.

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