Welcome to Night Vale - 161 - The Space Race

Episode Date: February 1, 2020

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Howdy y'all. It is Jeffrey Craneer. I'm not sure which episode of Welcome to Nightville you're listening to, but I am speaking to you from April of 2026. And I'm here to tell you we're going to be in Europe. If you want to see Nightville live and you're going to be in Europe, come check us out at the end of May. We're going to be in Edinburgh on May the 27th. We will be in Manchester on the 28th, London on the 29th, and Amsterdam on May the 30th. Just go to Welcome to Nightville.com slash live to see the show dates and to get your tickets. This is a our newest Nightville live show Murder Night in Blood Forest. It is so much fun. Please come check it out. Also, coming up this month here in April, it is the return of Alice Isn't Dead, brand new episodes of our other crazy hit podcast. This is written by Joseph Fink, produced and with music by Dysperition and starring Jacique and Nicole. So make sure you are still subscribed to Alice Isn't Dead and go get those on April the 13th as new episodes come out. Finally, speaking of other shows, do you want to hear us talk about other things? things. We have three other really great chat shows. First of all, there's Good Morning Nightvale

for all of your Nightvale needs. You can hear Hal, Meg, and Symphony talk about every single episode in order of Welcome to Nightvail. Also, we have Random Horror Number Nine. That is me and Nightville star Cecil Baldwin talking about horror movies one at a time in a random order. And then Joseph and Meg do best, worst, which is a really fun podcast where they look at hit TV shows and they review the best rated on IMDB, the worst rated on IMDB, and if you're a Patreon member, they will review the middest rated on IMDB. So check out all of those at nightfallpresents.com or just wherever you get your podcast. And hey, thanks. Space, the final frontier. The womb. The first frontier. Somewhere between those two,

the ocean. Welcome to Nightve. I'm excited today for the annual Night Vale Children's Fun Fact Science Presentation. Yes, that's right! As we've done every year on this day, we will be devoting our entire episode to a scientific narrative that is sure to delight both the young and the young at heart. And also those who have stolen young hearts and incorporated them into your flesh sacks. For this year's Children's Fun Fact Science Presentation, we will be looking into the history of the space race.

My husband Carlos has been helping me research this. Thanks, honey. And so it should be airtight and without error. Now, the space race truly began in 1782 at a garden party hosted by the first Duke of Luftnarp, one lazy July weekend. A bored group of noble people were sitting out in the garden in all their ruffles and wigs looking absolutely fashionable for the time and absolutely ridiculous to modern eyes. And soon the conversation turned, as it often does at parties, to how much they all hated the moon. Stupid moon, said one.

Lousy orb, added another. Why, I loathe that soul. sky rock, said a third. Then they started to throw things at the moon to demonstrate how much they hated it. But none of the objects they threw, not the champagne glasses, nor the decorative party masks, nor the dangerous knives, came anywhere near the moon. Most of the hurled items followed the tedious arc of gravity back into the party with mixed results for the attendees, some of whom required immediate medical attention. This won't do, said the first Duke of Luftnarp.

We must hit the moon square on with our objects of derision. Let us endeavor, said the Prince of York, to build an object that can make it all the way to the moon and smack that awful rock right across its ugly surface. The first one to do so will show that they indeed hate the moon's the most. There was general cheering to that remark, along with some moaning from those who had been struck by the falling objects. And thus, the space race was born. And now the news. As I'm sure we've all been following, there is a presidential race going on. Yes, Night Vale may be a small town,

mostly preoccupied with the banal goings-on of our day-to-day life, but we are not unaware of national stories. Just like any other town, we have our own opinions on the presidential race. And spirited debates are held weekly in the compressed spine amateur boxing gym. Winner is generally by knockout, although occasionally a winner has to be chosen by points. I myself am a strong supporter of Spotless Tony, who I think has the best positions, including banning guns, legalizing writing utensils, and Medicare for Spotless Tony, a program that would provide comprehensive health care to himself. Others may support Heartbreak Maggie, and I do see the arguments for her. She has the most number of arms, the most number of eyes, and her singing voice literally kills.

In any case, I think we can all get together on one thing. Old Towel Leonard has got to go. Get him out of here. Ugh, old towel Leonard. This has been the news. And now traffic. Lift your eyes, pilgrims. See above you.

Another world awaits. This world has grown so tired. This world has grown restless. This world has less color and more dust. Lift your eyes, pilgrims. See above you, another world awaits. Get to that other world by any means, pilgrims. For what are pilgrims without their pilgrimage?

What is anyone without a destination? You must lift yourself up to that other place. Gather your supplies, pilgrims. Strip this world bare in order to raise yourself up. Take every scrap around you and put it toward that other world. This is all that matters. It's all that matters to you, and so it is all that matters. A loft, pilgrims, you have done it.

From here, the sweep of the universe presents itself. Cast down your eyes, pilgrims. See below you the world you left behind. The world you stripped bare to make this journey. There was found all the conditions of life. Up here is only a cold, lonely hollow. Why did you ever feel you needed to leave? But, ah well, for what are pilgrims without their pilgrimage?

This has been traffic. Let us now continue with our children's fun fact science presentation, the history of the space race. The space race went on through the 18th and 19th centuries, with the rich and poor alike trying to be the first to successfully throw something. at that horrible moon. The most obvious methods were quickly tried and discarded. Catapults only managed to cause collateral damage to neighboring homes,

gunpowder only backfired on the scientists involved, often quite literally. One woman, the Arch-Duchess of the Motley Meadows, believed that she could reach the moon through dreaming. Every night, she performed a series of meditations. that allowed her to have lucid control of her dreams. In those dreams, she would fly upward, each time getting a little closer to the dumb old moon. It was her belief that when she reached the moon in her dream,

she would attain the same goal in real life. But the moment she finally touched the moon in her dream, she awoke to find herself in the stifling darkness. of a coffin. It seems she had died several decades before, but still, she dreamed. Having ascertained that there was no way back from the grave, she performed the meditations and fell into one final, endless lucid dream. And that basically sums up the space race until 1953. Now a word from our sponsors. Today's show is brought to you by Borders Books and Music.

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What we are now, you will be. This has been a word from our sponsors. The lawsuit in the case of the estate of Franklin Chen versus the City of Nightvale continues apace. The suit is currently in the discovery. phase, which has been made difficult by the fact that the apparent murderer of Franklin Chin, Hiram McDaniels, has not been seen in Nightvale for years, not since the incident. And all records in Nightvale are top secret. So every time the lawyers for the Chin family try to see one, they have to dodge the laser grid and trank darts that surround every filing

cabinet in City Hall. Those lawyers have filed an injunction against the city to try to force them to turn the laser grids off, but as the official Nightvale motto, written by the town founders hundreds of years ago, clearly states, laser grids or death. More news on this lawsuit as news is made by this lawsuit. Back to the space race. Affairs continued with little success until 1953, When the United States, descendants of the Prince of York, decided that enough was enough and established the North American Slap the Moon Agency, or NASA, dedicated to developing the skills and technology needed to give that horrible orbiter what-for.

Meanwhile, the Russians, descendants of the Duke of Luftnarp, started their own agency designed to kick the moon in the, you know what? And so a bet between two board aristocrats became a global race, as they both tried to be the first to aim missiles at that sad little planetoid. To represent us, we chose Neil Armstrong. He was a test pilot, and he reportedly hated the moon more than anyone. Above his bed, he kept a national geographic picture of the moon, the caption, Can this celestial trash ever be put in its place? Which he had drawn a huge red X through.

Below that, he wrote, darn you, Moon! Which was the strongest language that existed in the 1950s. Finally, all was prepared. Neil Armstrong and his fellow astronauts boarded the rocket. All was quiet. then all was loud. More soon, but now for this week's word jumble.

The following nonsense words will, when the letters are rearranged, produce a simple phrase we all know well. Here we go. Before I went into the cave, the prospect of the cave became so monstrous in my head that I dreamt about it for weeks. In my dreams, I was just outside of the cave and I knew that the moment I stepped into the cave, my life would be over, but I also knew I could not delay my journey into the cave. I shook and shook with fear, and in my shaking awoke myself. This happened night after night. Then came the day of our expedition and to my horror as I stood outside the cave. The same dread certainty came to me.

As soon as I stepped one foot into the crevice before me, my life would be over. I shook and shook, but I did not awaken, for I was not asleep, but in the terrible dream. we call life. So there it is. Just take those nonsense words apart and rearrange them into the phrase we're looking for. If you think you have the answer, you probably

do. Great job. Ah, before we go, the answer to last week's jumble was hop. The window shakes slyly, look here. Which is, of course, the title to Dave Edgar's new book of essays about blockchains.

This has been this week's word jumble. We near the end of our story on the space race. Neil Armstrong and his comrades hunched in this tiny capsule that absurdity of all absurdities was about to be launched through void to lifeless rock. Sweat on his nose, sweat on his lips, then sweat in his. His mouth, this was all unnecessary. The history of humanity did not require us to physically touch everything there is, but some drive made him willing to risk his life, the only life he would ever get in order to go far away and then come back again. There was a sound.

There was a fire. There was pressure. And then there was an absence of pressure. And they were at the moon. The lander careened its way to the surface. Neil sweat still on his face, placed one foot on the moon. I have a small foot, he said. But humanity metaphorically has big feet.

Big, huge, metaphoric feet. History would record and repeat these poetic words. Neil looked about him. He had done it. He had been the first one to smack into this disgusting space rock. All around was gray, and above that, black. And within that, unnervingly distant blue and green. And then Neil saw.

What Neil saw in a moment, but we really should and we really must go to the weather made shapes on the inside of his helmet some part of him felt that it was not even him on the moon but that he was merely watching someone else's body through a little window that other him stepped forward and saw something truly odd it was a house solidly built a building solidly built two floors, a front door, and gable windows. As he looked at it in disbelief, he realized that it was one of many. An entire town all cleverly camouflaged from above with gray and black mesh,

so that it would appear through telescopes to be merely the awful, boring surface of the awful boring. He was not the first one on the moon. He walked through the town. Though it appeared abandoned. He stood in the middle of the main square, and he said, though he would not be able to be heard through his helmet and the thin atmosphere, Hello? In every window appeared dogs, cats, snakes, hamsters, and parrots.

So many animals all watching him silently, regarding him from the windows of their little town. One cat. Gray is the moon itself, hopped from her ledge. I am Barbara Emmeline Quendolin sauce, said the cat. But you may call me Barb EQ Sauce. Neil said, you can talk? And then he said, well, apparently you can, I don't. The cat continued as though he had not spoken.

This is our city. We are the lost pets of your world. We are lost because that is what we choose to be. We came here so we could be lost forever. Tell no one. You know what to say. All of his training had been about zero-g maneuvering and the best way to hit the stupid moon when he got there.

Nothing about how to interact with a cat that wanted him to keep a secret. Please, the cat repeated. And Neil nodded. Not knowing what else to do, he went back to the lander, climbed in, and looked at the other man who had made this journey with him. Lee Marvin looked back at him with gentle eyes. Lee, Neil said, you're not going to believe this. A secret lost pet city on the moon, Lee said. Well, Neil said, uh, yes!

Lee nodded thoughtfully. Better leave them to it then, he said, probably better we keep this between us. Lee did not look surprised. It seemed to Neil that maybe Lee was there precisely to ensure that this secret was kept. And so again, Neil only nodded, and they made their preparations and left.

As they launched, out of the tiny window, Neil could just barely see thousands of animal eyes looking up at him. And he did. He never told anyone. Neither did Lee. No one knows this story. No one has ever heard it. This has been the children's fun fact science presentation.

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