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Could you post a picture of your plane, in the SPH with CofG and CofL on?

The smaller boosters don't gimbal unfortunately. I had to reduce the fuel and thrust on these.

4 x Ramp intake (radial). Rocket assisted takeoff.

8:24 Same craft, different ascent profile. 56k Apoapsis. Max speed over 2100. Riding the edge of thermal destruction is the key I think. Note. I am using rocket assisted take off.

Check out KOS. You can access internal variables and write control programs for just about anything you can imagine. You can control KSP over serial from external devices (home brew physical control panels etc), and there should be ways to achieve what you want but it seems redundant to me.

9:08 I landed with enough fuel to return to the KSC and I forgot to tweak the break strength, so lost a couple of seconds stopping. I think sub 9 is possible.

Doctor WHO died with Capaldi. Chris Chibnal saw to that with his simpering ideology driven retconning. Now that Disney is calling the shots, things can only get worse. RIP Doctor WHO. We miss you.

PTSD. They are disgusted at the trauma of having touched KSP2. You can't hear it, but they are saying "eww!"

Sound for motors, propellers and actuators. I have been known to add a completely superfluous Juno, just so I don't have to fly in silence. In terms of immersion, a little sound goes a long way.

Bottyjelly. Everything Chris Chibnall has ever written for Doctor WHO.

"Ghghthtaaaaag!" (Forgot to seal helmet).

Thank you for your help. Followed those links. Very interesting, but no luck. I used VR as a shortcut for Virtual World. This story was almost certainly pre VR in the modern sense. I had maybe a hundred SciFi anthologies. I inhaled them as a teenager. All were destroyed by damp after I moved out of the family home and they were put into cardboard boxes and stored in a garage. I'm over 50 now, and I still miss my collection.

This has been playing on my mind. Please could anyone help me identify this story? I used to read a lot of compendiums. This was probably a short story. Read around 1980-ish. No idea when it was published. It begins with this guy seeing an ad in the newspaper about 'happiness guaranteed' or something like that. All you need to do it sign over everything you own, and they will put you into some sort of sarcophagus that keeps your body alive while you live in an idealised/customised VR world. He goes off-world I think, then years later returns to earth to find it deserted, like last man on earth stuff. Eventually he breaks into a building and finds that everyone has taken up this happiness offer and the whole planet is just people in these sarcophagi. Ring a bell?

"You're nobody!" - Thick44. Human man warrior.

Sorry about the music.

*cross post* Sorry. Granted. You feel no pain. And now your canines are pointy. Unfortunately your hunger is only satiated by human blood. I wish Dr Who could be about time travel and character, not 'inclusiveness'.

Content. Is 0.999r < 1?

1. The Kraken wondered who was next.

Flatogumpf. All the so-called 'evidence' that flat-earthers vomit.

... your hanging Tie-fighter chasing X-wing models always annoy you a little, because they are from different manufacturers and slightly out of scale from each other. And you have the same issue with your Dr Who figure and Dalek, and with your Vader and Storm trooper ...

Sir did order the crunchy soup. Waiter! There's a TARDIS in my soup.

3: Telescopes reveal that the stations lights are flashing on and off in Morse code.

About a quarter past three. Why is the sea next to the shore?