A congressional candidate in Alabama suggests taxing science fiction goods to help fund NASA. Consider is an Imaginary Users Tax.
Actually, I think most sf readers (viewers, game/toy-players) would be willing to put up with it, if they had some say as to how the money was to be spent. Mars Expeditions, young man. Mars Expeditions. None of this namby-pamby weather satellite stuff. We want sub-orbital ballistic flights, a moonbase, a real space station, and, of course, Mars Expeditions.
Yeah, I’d pay extra for that.
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so would i, you betcha. (pay that is 😉
i would, in fact, buy more.
Of course, I’d also demand priority seating on those suborbital flights, priority reservations at the space station, and being able to cut to the front of the line on tours of the Great Martian Ruins of Mons Olympus.
“Your Priority Card, sir?”
Dave flashes a copy of Bradbury’s Martian Chronicles.
“Very good, sir. Right this way.”
What dust said.
I was also pondering today if I had won the Big Game. Pondering if my husband would have let me spend $20 mil out of the winnings for a trip to the Space Station via the Russians. Oh yeah…I’d SO be there.
I certainly wouldn’t turn down a space station trip.
On the other hand, what I *really* want (and should have been able to get last year, dammit) is a big orbiting space station with velcro flooring and pseudogravity and picturephones and the ability to wear normal clothing all the time. And Pan Am space liners.