"...all things needful had been ordered..."
Sigh.
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When they built the new low noise interferometry lab building, with expectations of SIM, TPF-I, TPF-C, and LISA in years to come, the powers-that-be put a large poster of each of the upcoming missions on the front. One by one, each in turn was cancelled, til only the mission told in the Yellow Book remained, however small and neglected and unknown. We steadily retired risks on a shoestring and ignored reality, even though we were banished from the low noise interferometry lab building years ago.
"We're too small to cut," we told ourselves. "Neither JWST nor the undying creature called HST can profit from our demise."
Sadly though, the curse of the Wall of Doom was inescapable...
We've discussed, at the local pub, coming in on a weekend and painting a red circle/slash over the missions as they were cancelled, but a sense of humor is no longer appreciated around here. The T-word would be used. Background checks would not be passed. They walk you to the entrance with a guard these days and send your stuff later.
Yet the posters remain for any to see, documenting the decline of NASA science. So maybe someone here does have a very black sense of humor. Though it's probably just been a long time since anyone who lives in Building 180 and has either the authority to put up such posters, or take them down, has been this far south.
Not as much fun around here as it used to be...
Please, the more the better.