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Deadly Debris By Mike Combs mikecombs@aol.com Copyright ?? 1995 In a low Earth orbit, a glove slowly tumbled in the brilliant sunshine. The glove's career as a tiny artificial satellite of the Earth began on the day an astronaut of the early American space program had neglected to keep up with it. While the spacewalker was distracted with other matters, the glove had decided to venture out of the space capsule. By the time he took note of this, it had drifted beyond his reach. The orbiting item of apparel had even deserved mention in books and magazine articles as an example of the kind of objects Space Command could track with its space-scanning radars. The glove dutifully returned every radar signal bounced up to it. As it rounded the blue-and-white globe below, it was privy to the kind of view which had never failed to deeply move the humans who had made it. The glove alternately warmed in the unimpeded rays of the sun and chilled in the shadow of the Earth as it progressed through innumerable ninety-minute days. On this day |
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