It’s mostly silent as we look around our capsule. Just the faint sound of the whistling wind. In fact, we welcome the silence after such a tumultuous launch. More of a controlled explosion really than a smooth takeoff, but it got the job done. We were after all stuck on the launchpad, with the countdown scrubbed multiple time, first by China, then by COVID. T-minus years and holding. T-minus months and holding. It felt like forever. Lying on our backs, nursing headaches as the doubts pool in our head, wondering if this will ever work, this contraption built by the lowest, but most committed of bidders. 5 . . . 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . time slows . . . and 1.
Liftoff.