£600,000
That's the money they're raising now, to be able to start looking into the planning of the mission.
They're going to need more like £500 million to complete the mission.
The UK-backed attempt to crowdfund a mission to the Moon has got off to a roaring start, raising over a third of its £600,000 goal in just three days. CGI image of Lunar Mission One on the Moon Lunar Mission One, which wants to get a new lander on the Moon in 2024 to give the space rock a deep drilling (and drop off some …
That's if India hasn't got bored of going to the moon by then - apparently Chandrayaan 2 is set to launch in about 3 years with an orbiter and lunar rover, on a somewhat larger rocket than that which launched Chandrayaan 1 and the Mars Orbiter (sadly, it also has a much higher failure rate).
That's why I haven't pledged (because this is right up my street and I'd be in sharpish), I'm not convinced the budget is complete. Either this is the first round and will be followed by more and more begging letters, or it'll fold - either way it feels disingenuous to not lay out the whole plan upfront
Putting our DNA on the moon is retarded:
If good aliens find it, they will have trouble to no end, given we are the most aggressive and unpleasant species this planet had the misfortune to be infested with. At least they should also put a warning beacon, telling any passers by to stay away from the moon in the name of their own safety.
If bad aliens find it, our DNA will enable them to design very specific weapons to eradicate us while preserving the planet for themselves.
So either way, its the idea of a nutter.
I agree, and I can imagine the pitch:
"After a hair-raising launch, your precious follicle will journey to become one with the Firmament, set permanently (in a wave of other lucky follicles) upon the high dome of Selene herself. Comb over here if you want proof, we're not teasing!"
Have to confess to getting carried away on the enthusiasm of this yesterday and slapping sixty quid down. Woke up this morning wondering how this fool and his money were so easily parted.
Then I remembered rattling eighty quid on Saturday night, with ought but a hangover to show for it next day.