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Leaving The Cradle by Sheila Paulson (Real Ghostbusters)
"...approximately fifteen minutes from landing at the Kennedy Space Center..." And now they'd popped up a map of Texas.
Huh? The shuttle? Winston had mentioned last night that it was due to land this morning. He'd intended to watch it on TV. These days, shuttle flights were so routine that Peter never knew if a shuttle was up or not, but Winston always knew. A devotee of the space program, he was the one who had sucked in the guys on a space mission of their own. After the loss of the Challenger, civilians weren't recruited for shuttle flights, but Winston had dreamed up a complex experiment in paranormal phenomena and NASA had bought it. Peter could remember the g-forces of launch thrust. Weird. He had all but forgotten that mission and the outer space entity the team had busted. Columbia. They'd flown in Columbia.
In The Name of Peace by Chrys (Smallville)
Lex sighed. "It's a grand endeavor, Clark. But it's expensive, dangerous, and the returns are low."
Clark laughed. He watched Lex flinch slightly at the bitter sound. "The returns are low?" he said incredulously. "Do you have any idea how much we've gotten from the space program, Lex?"
"Yes, Clark, I do."
"Do you?"
Lex nodded. "Yes, Clark. Advances in many branches of the basic sciences, healthcare and the like. Satellite connections world-wide. But all of that can be done with unmanned rockets, Clark. It couldn't be, twenty years ago. But it can now, with the advances in computer science we've made. There's no real reason to risk humans in space."
"Oh, God," Clark whispered, staring at Lex. "You really believe that."
"Clark..."
"No." Clark cut him off. "There is more to the exploration of space than that, Lex. Without going into space, there will never be -" an explanation for how and why I'm here, a treacherous voice whispered. He ignored it. "There will never be a chance to prove that humanity is more than national boundaries. Space is our last chance at that, Lex. Don't you see?"
The Vision by Joyce H. Hindman (original)
The air was very still around him, as if Asterico held a field closed on his skin, so all power came through his hands, directed through his lean body and powerful mind. "They suffered loss, and looked outward. We have suffered loss, and looked behind. They made the Stations, the Solsteel ships. What have we made?" He looked at his family, his friends, the people who lived or might die by his choices. "You've called me Captain, and I did not want it. Asterico named me master of this ship, the greatest thing ever built by humans, and I let the Stations of the People make decisions for their own, opened the ship to others to live as they chose. Now, as master, Captain, the Prismage of Seven Stations, I give this first true order. We will go forward, out from here. We will take Asterico and go."
"What are we going to look for?" a child, Navihelmer Katoh's eldest, asked.
"What the humans looked for when they did not stop building and flying to the stars," Blue said with a wide smile. "We are going to seek the future."
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