Hadfield and the boat to Neptune
Astronaut says some jobs must be left to robots
A tiny piece of God’s design for the universe had been orbiting the cloudy blue planet Neptune for three or four billion years before a scientist named Showalter “discovered” it last week.
Mark Showalter, PhD, is the principal investigator at the Carl Sagan Center for the Study of Life in the Universe at the Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence Institute in California. The previously unrecorded pebble, which Showalter noticed while analyzing photographs of Neptune’s rings taken by the Hubble space telescope, awaits an official name from the International Astronomical Union.
It will not be called Triton, Nereid, Naiad, Thalassa, Despina, Proteus, Galatea, Larissa, Sao, Halimede, Lamomedeia, Psamathe or Neso, which were the only moons that Neptune was known to own, before last week.
(Neptune’s satellites are named for Grecian nymphs, 50 of whom lived under the sea in a cave with their Dad. Dozens of nymph-onyms still are available, including Doto, Seto, Cranto, Cymo and Drymo.)
Astronomer Showalter, who also detected the 18th moon of Saturn (Pan), the 25th and 26th moons of Uranus (Cupid and Mab), and the fourth and fifth moons of Pluto (Kerberos and Styx), reported that Neptune Fourteen is a minuscule thing as moons go, a flake of rock and who-knows-what that is barely 20-kilometres long. In fact, Voyager 2 flew right by in 1989 and missed it completely. So I called the principal investigator and asked him a simple question:
“What difference does it make how many moons Neptune has?”
“That it is No. 14 doesn’t mean very much by itself,” Showalter calmly answered. “But they are a piece of the story of how that system formed.”
Showalter is one of seven billion Earthlings who have looked up at the sky in wonder. As a planetary astronomer, (the field I studied in college before my celestial dreams degraded into sports writing) he specializes in the ring systems of the gas giants of our solar system.
“How does one feel when one discovers a moon?” I wondered, jealously.
“I’ve done it before and there’s still a rush,” Showalter replied.
“Is there any reason to explore the solar system except in the hope of finding life?” I asked him.
“I’m pretty certain we’re not going to find intelligent life on a tiny little rock orbiting Neptune,” he said.
The night after Showalter announced the discovery of Neptune Moon Fourteen, Chris Hadfield starred at a reception at the Canadian Embassy in Washington. Most of the men present were in suits and ties, but they made International Space Station Commander Hadfield and his roadie, Dr. Tom Marshburn, wear their Neptune-blue jumpsuits.
Hadfield is one of only 500 spacefarers who have looked down from the sky in awe. Retired from rocketry at the age of 53, he made one fewer voyage into the unknown than did Christopher Columbus — though, of course, it is only the unknown on the first one.
I went up to him and noted that a new moon of Neptune had just been discovered but, of course, he already knew that.
“If there’s a boat leaving for Neptune Fourteen tomorrow,” I asked him, “are you on it?”
“No,” Hadfield said. “There are some things better done by robots, and there are some things better done by people. We don’t have the boats to go there.”
Like every astronaut and cosmonaut whom I have ever met, Hadfield came down from orbit with a heightened sense of common cause with the people of the planet below. Just as there are no atheists in foxholes, there are no cynics in space.
“It’s difficult to get selected as an astronaut and fly in space if you don’t have strong convictions,” he said. “In space, those convictions get heightened. You find yourself laughing and crying much more.”
I tried to picture Major Tom in tears. “You start to think,” Hadfield said, “about all those people you know in, say, Saskatoon, and how they’re not that different from the people in a city in Africa that you’ve never been to — trying their best, raising their kids — and how your particular set of loves relates to everything else.”