To Distill Some Water
This fact-filled science fiction tale, based on Jack
London's "To Build a Fire," describes an astronaut's
urgent search for something to drink on Mars.
Feet scrambling, the suited figure fell and tumbled. He came to rest just a few meters downslope--a short fall, but the damage was done. He heard it: something crunched.
Inside the suit the man took a cautious breath; everything seemed fine. Probably just two rocks rubbing together, he thought, struggling upright. Moments later he was at the top. From there he could see the 2020 Mars Expedition's six-person living quarters and experimental water-extraction plant. They looked small and fragile below on the vast crater floor.
Above: Morning on Mars. Credit: John Frassanito & Associates, Inc.
The camp commander--a biologist--had warned him: no scientist should travel alone outside the crater's wall. Mission rules required a "buddy." But he wasn't going all that far, he thought.
He descended the crater's outer wall in slow bounds. At his heels trundled a waist-high robotic rover. "The Husky" they called it--a proper dune buggy with springy wire wheels and treads, laden with several latched titanium boxes, a supply bag, and what looked like a miniature distillery.
Once in a while on the downward slope, the explorer skidded a bit on loose gravel and kicked up puffs of talcum-fine reddish dust that remained suspended for minutes in the thin martian air. It clung to everything. It sure would be nicer to ride, he thought, as he rubbed the dust off his faceplate. But in 2010, NASA engineers had calculated that precious expedition weight could be saved if most rovers were built only large enough to haul equipment and not passengers. Short journeys were done on foot.
Below: An astronaut and his Husky. Credit: John Frassanito & Associates, Inc.
Thirsty from his vigorous hike, he sipped at his spacesuit's water supply. It gurgled like a soda straw drawing up the last of a milkshake from the bottom of a glass. Puzzled, he tried again. He had filled it that very morning--it ought to work. Then he remembered. That crunching sound back at the crater, it must have been his water bottle. He reached around and unscrewed the cylinder. It was cracked ... and empty.
The explorer cursed his luck. Here he was; he had had an accident; and he was alone. That biologist back at camp was right after all. And he was sure to hear about it for the next two years.
He licked his dry lips. Even in a spacesuit, dehydration was an ever-present threat in the thin, desiccated arctic air of Mars. Thinking about it made him thirstier. Work the problem, he reminded himself. He reached into the Husky's supply bag and pulled out a small roll of duct tape--not standard issue, but no one left camp without one. Moments later the bottle was water-tight again. It was still empty, though, and he needed to refill it. But how?
He glanced down, and only his helmet stopped him from slapping his forehead. Of course! What he needed was right there, underfoot.
He activated the rover's drill, which looked like a miniature post hole digger, and started drilling into the reddish soil. The first 20 centimeters went quickly--it had the loosely cemented texture of powdery sand that had once been wetted and then dried. Half a meter deep, however, the drill slowed as it encountered layers as dense as clay. The explorer pulled out the drill and knelt to examine the hole. Mars dirt looked nothing like the permafrost layers of tundra in Earth's living Arctic where ice gleamed as distinct crystals within the soil. What he saw here reminded him more of compacted volcanic ash. (He had run his bare hand across some once on the slopes of Iceland's primitive basaltic volcano Mount Hekla. On Mars, he dared not remove his glove.) It looked awfully dry. Even so, its sorbet-fine crunchy texture suggested it was maybe 40 to 50 percent ice by volume.
Good thing, the explorer thought--he had never experienced such thirst. And, besides, he didn't want to admit defeat.
Carefully, he dumped the dense sample into the rover's gas-analyzer oven, where it was hermetically sealed and pressurized. The chamber looked pitifully small--after all it was intended only for scientific analysis. But he hoped it would yield at least enough water to alleviate his growing thirst.
The oven's plutonium-fueled heater gave out 100 watts of continuous power. Setting it to slow melt would create a muddy slurry, useless for drinking. So he set it to stepwise heating--to flash the soil's temperature to 200째C, immediately vaporizing any ice. Through a small window, he watched as delicious droplets condensed on cooling plates and rolled into a sample-collection cup. Mouth parched, he cherished the sight.
He paused. Was this distilled water even safe to drink? What minerals might still be dissolved in it? Were there even, perhaps, Martian organisms? Back at camp were all the Expedition's apparatus for testing and sterilization--and even then they didn't use Mars water for drinking.
But the sight of the filling cup put a wild idea into his head. I just won't swallow, he thought. Or maybe I'll be the first to drink Mars water.
He struggled for calm. Liquid water was highly unstable in Mars's vacuum-like atmosphere. He knew that, but he didn't realize how rapidly it would boil.
Above: Calling home. Credit: John Frassanito & Associates, Inc.
Could he make it back with no water? He glanced around at the alien terrain and felt a little scared. It struck him that he should radio for help to see if someone could meet him with extra water halfway.
"You were right, you were right," the explorer mumbled as he flipped the switch. Sure enough, it was the biologist who answered.
End Note: Current knowledge about the approximate nature of ice-laden Martian soils and the operation of the stepwise gas-analyzer oven was provided by Dr. James Garvin, lead Scientist for Mars exploration at NASA Headquarters, based on results from Mars Odyssey and previous spacecraft. The fictional explorer, of course, is a 21st-century reincarnation of the nameless pig-headed miner in Jack London's famous 1908 short story "To Build a Fire"-while the freight rover is an adaptation of the man's husky.more information
To Build a Fire by Jack London -- read it online, from pagebypagebooks.com
Found it! Ice on Mars -- (Science@NASA) Instruments on board NASA's Mars Odyssey spacecraft have revealed more underground ice on the Red Planet than scientists expected.
Once Upon a Water Planet -- (Science@NASA) Today the Red Planet is dry and barren, but what about tomorrow? New data suggest that the long story of water on Mars isn't over yet.
Making a Splash on Mars -- (Science@NASA) On a planet that's colder than Antarctica and where water boils at ten degrees above freezing, how could liquid water ever exist? Scientists say a dash of salt might help.
The Case of the Missing Mars Water -- (Science@NASA) Plenty of clues suggest that liquid water once flowed on Mars, but the evidence remains inconclusive and sometimes contradictory.
Mars Surprise -- (Science@ High resolution images from NASA's Mars Global Surveyor spacecraft reveal features called "gullies" that suggest current sources of liquid water at or near the surface of the red planet.
Mars Exploration -- (JPL) explore the Red Planet yourself at NASA's Mars Exploration Program home page.
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