Fun_People Archive
30 Jan
beer in space? (fwd)

Date: Tue, 30 Jan 96 04:30:45 -0800
From: Peter Langston <psl>
To: Fun_People
Subject: beer in space? (fwd)

Forwarded-by: Lani Herrmann <lanih@info.sims.berkeley.edu>
Forwarded-by: arminius@nature.Berkeley.EDU
From: Kurt S (kurts@wk.com)

This week, a million fraternity brothers rushed to join NASA. The reason:
scientists have discovered beer in space.

     Well, not beer exactly. But they did find alcohol: ethyl alcohol, to
be precise, the active ingredient in all major alcoholic drinks (antifreeze
Jell-O shots, quite obviously, are exempted from this category). Three
British scientists, Drs. Tom Millar, Geoffrey MacDonald and Rolf Habing,
discovered this interstellar Everclear floating in a gas cloud in the
contellation of Aquila (sign of the Eagle, the mascot of Anheuser-Busch!
Hmmmmm).

     Millar and his compatriots have estimated the size of this gas cloud
at approximately 1,000 times the diameter of our own solar system; there's
enough alcohol out there, they say, to make 400 trillion trillion pints of
beer. These guys are British, mind you; if you were to translate this in
terms of American beer (which the British, with some justification,  regard
as fermented club soda), the amount of potential brewski just about doubles.

     In human terms: remember that double-keg party you threw at the end of
your Junior year in college (the second Junior year)? Imagine throwing that
same party, every eight hours, for the next 30 billion years. You'd STILL
have beer left over. And boy, would YOUR bathroom be a mess! Simply put, no
one could ever drink 400 trillion trillion pints of beer, except maybe
Buffalo Bills fans.

     The sheer volume of all this alcohol begs the question of how it
managed to get out there in the first place. Despite the simplifying effect
it has  on the human brain, ethyl alcohol is a reasonably complex molecule:
two carbon atoms, five hydrogen atoms, and a hydroxyl radical, all cavorting
together in beery camaraderie. It's not a compund that is going to
spontaneously arise out of the cold depths of space. It can  lead to
speculation: What is this cloud?

1. It's God's beer. After all, He worked for six days creating the universe,
and on the seventh day, He rested. And after you've had a hard week at the
office, don't YOU grab a beer? Since man is made in God's image, it could
be that this cloud is the remaining evidence of the first, best Miller Time.

2. It's Purgatory ("400 trillion trillion bottles of beer on the wall, 400
trillion trillion bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around, three
hundred ninety-nine septillion, nine hundred ninety-nine sextillion, nine
hundred ninety-nine quintillion, nine hundred ninety-nine quadrillion, nine
hundred ninety-nine trillion, nine hundred ninety-nine billion, nine hundred
ninety-nine million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred
ninety-nine, bottles of beer on the wall!")

3. Proof of an undeniably highly advanced but chronically dipsomaniac alien
society. This particular theory is shaky, however: it's reasonable to assume
that if the aliens were going to construct a nebula of alcohol, they'd also
have large clouds of Beer Nuts and pretzels nearby for snacking. Advanced
spectral analysis has yet to locate them.

     The truth of the matter, however, is far more prosaic. In the middle
of this gas cloud is a young and no doubt quite inebriated star. As the star
heats up and contracts, sucking the dust and gas of the cloud into a smaller
area, complex molecules form as a result of greater interaction between the
elements.  Ethyl alcohol forms on small motes of dust in the cloud, and
then, as the motes angle in closer towards the star and heat up, the alcohol
is released from the motes in gaseous  form. And there you have it: an
alcohol cloud. Or, as Dave Bowman might say, "My God! It's full of booze!"

     Enough with the science lesson, you say. Just tell me how to GET there!
Sorry, Chuckles. You can't get there from here. The gas cloud (which, by
the way, has the utterly romantic name of "G34.3") is 10,000 light years
away: 58 quadrillion miles. Even if you hijacked the shuttle and headed
out with thrusters on full, by the time you got there, the guy in Purgatory
would be done with his tune. You'd have had time to work up a powerful
thirst, but you'd also be, in a word, dead.

     No, the Space Beer Cloud will have to wait for the far future, when
men can leap through the universe at warp speed. One can only imagine what
they will do when they get there:

Captain Kirk: My....GOD! Sulu! What....is....THAT?

Sulu: It's a free floating cloud of alcohol, sir.

Kirk: And we've just run out of Romulan Ale! Could it be a trap, Bones?

Bones: Damn it, Jim! I'm a doctor, not a distiller of fine spirits!

Kirk: We need that booze! But if we fly through that cloud, we'll be too
      drunk to drive!

Spock: May I remind you, Jim, that I am a Vulcan. We are a race of
       designated drivers.

Kirk: Well, all righty, then. Spock, drive us through! Bones and I will be
      out on the hull. With our mouths... open!

To boldly drink what no man has drunk before.

© 1996 Peter Langston