The Human Experiment:
Two Years and Twenty Minutes
Inside Biosphere 2
Eight o' clock in the morning on September 26, 1993. I stood in my prickly blue jumpsuit with the other seven inmates of the Bubble, as some of us liked to call it. We waited for the radio announcement that it was time to walk through the double-doored airlock, that the mission was finally over. I would like to say that I was pondering heady thoughts about the future of mankind, but all I could think of was...
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Chapter One/Oxygen Dilemma
It was early April 1992, and I sat at the small oak desk in my bright, comfortable living quarters in Biosphere 2. Mine was like the other seven biospherians’—split-level with a small mezzanine where my queen-size bed stood. Down a spiral staircase lay my roughly fifteen-by-fifteen-foot living room where I sat writing in my journal...
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Chapter Fifteen/Lines Drawn in Desert Sand
With nearly palpable hostility hanging in the Biosphere like a toxic cloud, Taber and I looked for ways to escape. We watched totally unmemorable TV programs. Sometimes we hiked the two hundred feet down the stairs and through the basement to the beach and sat looking out through the spaceframe at the stars. We would search for Mars in the night sky and contemplate how different things might be if our Biosphere were suddenly transported there and we were looking not at the tiny red speck of Mars, but at the bluish dot of our home planet...
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