Nine minute journy to Mars.

[The Code]

I found this and it pretty much blew me away... Well done for doing this guys...both versions...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5UmRx4dEdRI&NR=1
Epic.

Mark

[neufer]

I found this and it pretty much blew me away... Well done for doing this guys...both versions...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5UmRx4dEdRI&NR=1

<<The Rock Abrasion Tool (RAT) is a grinding and brushing installation on NASA’s twin Mars Exploration Rovers, Spirit (MER-A) and Opportunity (MER-B), which landed on Mars in January 2004. It was designed, developed and continues to be operated by Honeybee Robotics LTD, a developer of specialized robots, automated technologies and related systems.>>

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  Rats!
  They fought the dogs, and killed the cats,
  And bit the babies in the cradles,
  And ate the cheeses out of the vats,
  And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles,
  Split open the kegs of salted sprats,
  Made nests inside men's Sunday hats,
  And even spoiled the women's chats,
  By drowning their speaking
  With shrieking and squeaking
  In fifty different sharps and flats.
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  Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats,
  Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats,
  Grave old plodders, gay young friskers,
  Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins,
  Cocking tails and pricking whiskers,
  Families by tens and dozens,
  Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives—
  Followed the Piper for their lives.
  From street to street he piped advancing,
  And step for step they followed dancing,
  Until they came to the river Weser,
  Wherein all plunged and perished!
  - Save one who, stout a Julius Caesar,
  Swam across and lived to carry
  (As he, the manuscript he cherished)
  To Rat-land home his commentary:
  Which was, "At the first shrill notes of the pipe
  I heard a sound as of scraping tripe,
  And putting apples, wondrous ripe,
  Into a cider-press's gripe:
  And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards,
  And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards,
  And a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks,
  And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks;
  And it seemed as if a voice
  (Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery
  Is breathed) called out 'Oh, rats, rejoice!
  The world is grown to one vast drysaltery!
  So munch on, crunch on, take your nuncheon,
  Breakfast, supper, dinner, luncheon!'
  And just as a bulky sugar-puncheon,
  All ready staved, like a great sun shone
  
  Glorious scarce and inch before me,
  Just as methought it said 'Come, bore me!'
  
  _The Pied Piper Of Hamelin_ by Robert Browning
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