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Have Spacesuit Will Travel
by
Robert Heinlein
“There must be a number of ways to get to the Moon, son. Better check
‘em all. Reminds me of this passage I’m reading. They’re
trying to open a tin of pineapple and Harris has left the can opener back
in London. They try several ways.” He started to read aloud and I sneaked
out – I had heard that passage five hundred times. Well, three hundred.
I went to my workshop in the barn and thought about ways. One way was to go
to the Air Academy at Colorado Springs – if I got an appointment, if
I graduated, if I managed to get picked for the Federation Space Corps, there
was a chance that someday I would be ordered to Lunar Base, or at least one
of the satellite stations.
Another way was to study engineering, get a job in jet propulsion, and buck
for a spot that would get me sent to the Moon. Dozens, maybe hundreds, of
engineers had been to the Moon, or were still there – for all sorts
of work: electronics, cyrogenics, metallurgy, ceramics, air conditioning,
as well as rocket engineering.
Oh, yes! Out of a million engineers a handful got picked for the Moon. Shucks,
I rarely got picked even playing post office.
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