Floating Forests of Venus

The surface of Venus is a hellscape, akin to a superheated, gloomy, dry deep sea, where only the strangest of extremophiles manage to carve out an almost impossible existence. But high up in the clouds it is as if one flies through a wondrous dreamscape of another world entirely. Instead of just succumbing to the the deterioration of their homeworld and quietly go into extinction, the ancient lifeforms of our twin planet did the impossible and colonised the skies.

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Aided by a superdense atmosphere, which makes floating and flying easy even within an Earth-like gravity, giant aerial reefs float here, sometimes forming complex systems large enough to be seen from orbit, maybe even Earth-based telescopes. Some of these floating islands can almost grow to the size of Madagascar. On their backs grow then entire forests and jungles, inhabited by grotesque primordial beasts, strangely evoking still Svante Arrhenius’ failed prediction of Venus as a planet stuck in the Carboniferous period.

How do these floating islands form? The main reef builders are obviously buoyant animals and plants, which make use of the planet’s unique atmosphere to feed on the abundant aeroplankton. The most prominent of these are worms of the family Pulmoserpulidae, which resemble an unmineralized fusion of an ammonite and a crinoid. These serpulids begin life as larvae floating in the air, held up by an air sac in the tail-base. While maturing, two small tentacles at said base secrete a chitinous membrane, which, similarly to Earth’s paper-nautilus, eventually develops into a coiled shell filled with additional air chambers that help hold the growing organism afloat. From such a base then hangs a long tube with feathery tentacles at the end, with which the serpulids filter-feed the air for plankton. What makes these worms essential ecosystem engineers is that they are colonial and encrusting. As larvae they will cling to any surface and cement themselves with their shells on there like barnacles. Usually, the first thing they cling to are their siblings, thus forming large floating balls of shells and tentacles. Onto these then graft more serpulids and other floaters, which widens the ball’s surface, thus allowing even more floaters to encrust themselves onto it. Eventually the base of a floating island is formed. Often, these will break up again due to violent storms, acid rains, reef-breaking carnivores or lightning strikes, but some islands do grow large enough that they can remain stable in the air even during adverse weather conditions and reproduce fast enough to fix holes and gaps.

Once such bases have been formed, airborne spores will settle upon them, eventually growing into lichenous, fungal growths and low, moss-like coverings. Some of these subsist solely on aerial detritus and rain settling on the islands from above, some form endosymbiotic relationships with the floaters they grow on. Some are also parasitic, boring through the shells of the serpulids to tap into their water and nutrients. Some of these parasitic fungoids can thus cause damage to the reef’s gas balance, causing it to sink into the inferno below. But such parasitic outbreaks are rare, likely due to the natural selection of such a self-destruction. Very crucial during the first phase of colonization are also flying animals which form nesting colonies on the barren islands. During their roost, they defecate and leave plenty of guano behind, providing an important source of nutrients for the nascent ecosystem. Over time, guano, aerial detritus and the decaying biomass of dead moss and fungi will accrue so much that the island gains its first proper soil layer. Alerted by statocysts inside their bodies, the floaters below will usually compensate for the added weight by just growing more air chambers.

With the formation of a proper soil, seeds can now settle and grow into small plants, which in turn offer cover, habitat and food for small, insectoid aerial organisms, who in turn become food for other animals. With this secondary ecosystem accumulates eventually enough detritus that the whole island will become covered in a rich layer of soil thick and firm enough that one could believe they are standing on solid ground. At this stage the seeds of larger plants will now begin to take root, growing into tall trees and eventually forming a forest cover. A beautiful one at that. One cannot help but stand here mesmerized by this natural wonder, listening as the gentle wind caressing the foliage composes a magnificent stickerbush symphony.

At this stage larger animals will begin to make their homes here, often by flying or gliding over from other islands. Sometimes two or more islands will also simply bump into each other, allowing for easy dispersal. Here we see one such fellow, a dyrokong, clambering even through the thick forest of vines beneath his island. With four long limbs and grasping arms it is easy to compare this creature to an ape, like a gibbon or orang, though like a flying squirrel it also bears a pair of gliding membranes between its extremities. In such an environment, where one slip may mean hellfire, it makes sense to not rely on climbing skills alone. Kongs are part of a major Venusian phylum, the Sclerocephala, which superficially resemble vertebrates. Except for the head, that is. Their eyes are mineralized and are made up of heavily ossified scleral rings, visible even in the living animal. Perhaps an adaptation towards high pressure? Their fleshy jaws also open horizontally, sometimes assisted by a dextrous tongue. Little is known about the behaviour of dyrokongs, so one wonders if they are maybe also up to jungle hijinks like their Earth-pendants.

As he brachiates from worm to worm, he needs to watch out, for not all is as it may seem. Among the floaters can also hide carnivorous plants(?) like the Medean clam, which disguise their grasping tentacle as a serpulid. Should climbing or flying animals grab it, they will become ensnared in the mucus and slowly lifted up into the mighty jaw, where they will be slowly digested alive.

Other dangers lurk here too, for the skies are filled with plenty of aerial predators ready to snatch an unwary islander off their home. Like this Sphyraenops, which resembles a flying deep-sea fish. It is a member of another major phylum, Eurypharynxia. These resemble terrestrial vertebrates even more, though they tend to have a multitude of eyes and their jaw-hinges extend in almost all forms far behind the actual skull, giving them the nickname gulperfish or, in the more derived forms, gulpersaurs. Another distinction is that they breathe and smell not through nostrils but through a sort of blowhole at the back of the skull, which in some derived forms extends into a hadrosaur-like crest. Due to some of their paradoxically aquatic characteristics, it has been hypothesized that the gulpers may ultimately descend from actual deep sea organisms, which, as Venus slowly lost its oceans, likely were among the last animals living on the surface with enough time to adapt to the dramatic changes.

In the flying fish’s ravenous sight is a little, unassuming furball. This is a therorb. Not much is known about these animals beyond that they are small, have a single eye, a beak, thin, bird-like legs and are covered in fur. They hold the unique distinction of being among the few Venusian organisms known to be homeothermic. Almost all other larger lifeforms are poikilotherms, not needing a stable, high metabolism thanks to the high temperatures of Venus even far up in its atmosphere. Its role in these surreal ecosystems could perhaps be compared to that of the archaic mammals of Earth’s Mesozoic. In its own, twisted way, our twin planet still seems to be firmly in the grips of its own Age of Reptiles.

For the ruling class in these forests are strange beasts such as this. Phalacromimus is a more derived member of the eurypharyngians, specifically from the fearsome order of the Ornithosauria. Likely descending from bird-like, leathery-winged creatures, many of the ornithosaurs indeed resemble bizarro-versions of the dinosaurs and pterosaurs of ancient Earth. And not the lethargic and cumbersome ones of your old picture books, rather the newer, agile and dangerous ones. Ornithosaurs are still technically poikilotherms, due to not having a consistent body temperature, but can heighten their metabolism when needed, creating a flexible middle ground between warm- and cold-bloodedness. Phalacromimus is a fairly unassuming fellow, flying and nesting between the islands and snatching up small prey like the therorb much in the manner of a pelican. Compared to its fearsome cousins it seems downright adorable. From larger “landmasses” some cosmonauts have reported terrifying beasts, as large as shuttles, some of which have even given up the extraneous ability to fly in order to live permanently in their floating jungles. Among these reports is a creature called the “Lacerodactyl”. While officially a “cryptid”, due to still awaiting official scientific documentation, it does have a confirmed kill-count of 14 unlucky spacefarers. Descriptions make it seem like a featherless Deinonychus, agile and intelligent, with the oversized head of a barracuda. Footprints, scattered bones and lidar-scans also attest to the possible existence of carnosaur-sized beasts somewhere within the larger jungles.

Most numerous, yet also most enigmatic among the Venusian fauna are the millions of small flying insectoid creatures. Some of them hide elegantly among the vegetation like stick-insects. Others are mesmerizing little flyers resembling airborne millipedes.

Even more mysterious are organisms which seem to have never had airborne ancestors, such as this hammerolm, a serpentine eurypharyngian with vestigial hindlegs. Did it maybe have wings once, but lost them so long ago that all traces have been lost? Or was there a window of time where aerial islands already existed when the surface was still habitable, maybe allowing some animals from mountains or high trees to hop on? We can only speculate.

Next to gulperfish, other flying predators abound. Patrolling here is an angaros, part of the sclerocephalian order of the Aerolamnii or “windsharks”. Giving live birth, these can spend their entire lives in the air, having no functional legs anymore and only coming to rest on the islands when sick or injured. Some are solitary, but a few species have proven quite intelligent, able to attack in packs on the titanic aerial filter-feeders which sometimes pierce through the clouds. How they coordinate amongst each other remains to be researched, though our sonar equipment sometimes becomes disturbed by strange signals that may stem from these creatures.

The upper atmosphere of Venus is the most Earth-like of any of our neighbouring planets, far more so than the one on Mars. A human may in theory survive here with only a gasmask on. Some have thus speculated that these floating islands may indeed be the next step of human space colonisation instead of the barren wastes of the red planet. What further facilitates this is the surprising fact that the biospheres of Earth and Venus are compatible. Unlike the decidedly alien lifeforms of Mars, Venusians are made of the same stuff as us, encode their genes in DNA and their microorganisms have an undeniable resemblance to Earth’s Archaea. The chance that this is due to a mere cosmic coincidence is astronomically unlikely. Instead, somewhen during the deepest Precambrian eons, one or maybe even more panspermia events must have taken place which seeded one planet with life from the other. Which planet originated life first is a question for the ages that we can debate at a later date. While for now this means that humans run the risk of potentially being infected by Venusian pathogens (or vice versa), one can imagine that with enough time and genetic engineering, a man from Earth may indeed one day enjoy the fruits of Venus or maybe even plant his own crops in the aerosoils. If he is also capable of managing the acid rains and prehistoric monsters, that is…

The Soviets have indeed already attempted to build bases on the islands, claiming they are solely there for research into exobiology and colonisation. As is now well-known, however, the main purpose of these bases was to develop and build potential superweapons away from the prying eyes of the global community. Back in my younger years, when I was still working for the MI6, I had some… direct experiences with these facilities. But if I told you those stories, I would have to kill you. And I still have the license for that.

King Mauk

Most of the northern hemisphere of Mars used to be an ocean. Geological and paleontological evidence agrees on that. But is this sea completely gone or can the northern polar cap the planet be seen as the last shield of a lost waterworld? The more this habitat is studied, the more it reveals that this huge glacial shield indeed still houses great bodies of saltwater beneath it. Though some of these are so salty as to be toxic to most life. A few lakes interconnect with each other and possibly underground chambers, creating enough circulation for more complex ecosystems to exist. Standing atop these, with the creaking ice beneath your feet and peering down into the briny blue, one can almost deceive themselves into thinking they’re standing somewhere in Greenland in the winter. But that illusion is broken as one goes beyond the horizon, being greeted by a dry tundra and beyond that the red wasteland.

One of the few Martian animals here which add a certain marine vibe are the king mauks (Areoalca bonomii). These aliens have become quite popular among Earthmen, as they quite adorably resemble penguins, loons and similar waterbirds. The common name mauk is even a contraction of “mars auk”, referring to the extinct auk birds of our planet’s Arctic. That such an alien could come about through convergent evolution is not quite surprising, considering that Nothornitha already have a general likeness to flightless birds. Unlike a penguin and indeed unlike any other nothornithes, mauks cannot actually stand up on their legs. When they are out of the water, they instead always slide on their bellies, with their legs cumbersomely pushing them forward. It is an aspect that makes them resemble seals more than penguins. In some ways this is also an atavism back to the locomotion found in more archaic periostracans.

Mauks live their entire lives upon the great ice shield, exploiting the subglacial lakes opened by seasonal cracks. Should they ever accidentally slide the glacier fringes down into the tundra, they will become forever lost and easy pickings for predators, as they are too slow and clumsy to survive in any other environment. No, these animals, uniquely among remaining higher life of Mars, feel most at home in the water. Here they can be elegant and swift, gently gliding through the brine with the gently paddling kicks of their flippered toes. Most of their diet consists of soft-bodied prey such as selpies, as well as onychognaths. They have also been recorded diving all the way to the deep bottoms of the lakes and raking the soil for worms and sortaxes. It is a glimpse into a world that may have once been. Ironically though, there is no evidence that the mauks are some ancient relic from the oceanic times of Mars, as there is no known fossil record of such nothornithes. Combined with molecular studies on their relationships with the ptannus of the surrounding tundra, this suggests that mauks are, geologically speaking, relatively recent creatures that evolved in response to the new realities of life on the red planet.

It perhaps goes without saying that mauks, living in perhaps the most extreme environment on Mars, are the most cold-adapted of all periostracans. Their skin is covered with a dense, water-repellent fur, similar to some Arctic seals, while their internal carapace is covered both in- and outside by layers of fat. The carapace itself is uniquely honeycombed by small, air-filled pneumatic chambers, which acts as an extra layer of insulation. Using the bone shell as a form of insulation is indeed unique not just among periostracans but among Antitremata as a whole. During the long winter months, when the ice is too thick to go fishing for food, the small colonies of mauks will collectively dig deep burrows into snowhills and hibernate there, tightly cuddled to each other, not unlike the extinct polar bears of yore. In spring, when the ice begins to thaw and starbursts erupt out of the glacier, they become active again and begin diving down into the subglacial lakes in search of food. Once they have restocked their winter fat, they begin to breed.

Uniquely among nothornithes, mauks give “live birth”, though instead of true viviparity they do so through ovoviviparity. This means that the leathery eggs are not laid but are simply kept inside the body inside a well-circulated ovary until they hatch. This is undoubtedly another adaptation towards the cold, as there would be no way in the white desolation of building a nest and mauks do not have the protective skin-pouches of penguins. Mauk hatchlings are highly precocial and already able to swim and slide. The parents encourage their young to forage for food on their own at a very young age, though are still watchful over them. In the water, young mauks may fall prey to rhosons and chelicerous onychognaths, while on the ice they can become easy pickings for flying predators. As adults, they have nothing to fear but the forces of nature themselves.

Mauks have only small brains and their social behaviour seems somewhat stunted in comparison to their Earth counterparts. Their colonies are small and have no organization. As each parent is able to forage for food by themselves when carrying eggs, they also have no need to build nests or form monogamous breeding pairs, which also removes the need for elaborate displays or pebbling behaviour. Sometimes mauks will fight, quite violently in fact, over access to diving spots. During very harsh winters, cannibalism has been reported.

It is a life out in the desolate, white wastes, though evolution does not particularly care if it is a pleasant one. A dull mind is a blessing in these conditions.

Utigog and Medjed

Living in the caves of Mars must be both a dull and unnerving existence for tiny little creatures like the medjed. It is a simple, bipedal organism, without much of a “head”, whose daily life consists of scraping bacterial scum off cave walls. Not much outside that happens, though their lives are almost always ended violently. Not only may the arms of the speleotax lunge out of every crevasse but so too do the huge jaws of the utigog. 

The latter, as can be seen, is a close relative of the surface-dwelling ganguar. Whereas the ganguar is a placid herbivore, subterranean life has made its cousin a rather unpleasant fellow, its muscular jaws lined with long, needle-like teeth. Larger and stockier, more somnolent, it usually lies in wait inside burrows and waits for the right opportunity to strike out at unsuspecting prey. Though its single eye is well-developed, it also utilises long and sensitive vibrissae and eyelashes to sense its way through the dark world it haunts.

Not much else can be said about these creatures. Their subterranean life makes them difficult to observe and study for our astronauts. It remains interesting to note that the utigog and medjed are somewhat closely related. Both are members of the phylum Hemicalyxia, though the medjed represents the more basal members of the phylum, much like the netchu, while the utigog and ganguar belong to the more derived class Craniopoda. The medjed is also known to let out adorable little chirps, almost like a baby bird. How exactly it produces those noises remains a mystery, as it has no mouthparts except for a crown of tentacles. Perhaps there is some hidden bone-contraption inside the hemicalyx that produces the sound mechanically like a güiro. Likely the calls serve as mating calls through the wide caverns.

Awbar

When people think of extinct life, they usually have images of fossils and artistic reconstructions in their head. Extinction is a phenomenon seemingly relegated to the far past, to dinosaurs and mammoths. In reality, extinction happens all the time, throughout the present. It is a process as natural as life and death itself. Yet, it leaves us mourning when it happens in front of our own eyes.

The awbar were a fascinating species which the first astronauts encountered on Mars, including myself on some of my early missions. They lived in a peculiar area of the Argyre Basin. Mars lacks a global magnetic field like Earth does, making it an all-around more irradiated and hostile place. However, some areas contain highly magnetized rock formations, which have managed to save some remnants of the prehistoric magnetosphere, creating local shields against UV and other harmful radiation from space. In these so-called UV-oases, flora and fauna can lead a more sheltered life and attain higher biodiversity than in other areas of the planet. The awbar lived in one such oasis - only one – together with the organisms it depended on.

The awbar is thought to have been a goniopod, a group of dinosauresque deltadactylians, but unlike its bigger cousins, the cecrops and syncarpus, it was generally not included within the more exclusive Thecocerata, as it lacked the characteristic hornlets inside of its beak. This decision has often been criticized, as the lack of that trait may instead have resulted from its specialized diet. Other unique traits were that it felt comfortable walking both on two and three legs and that it exhibited multioculy (having more than two eyes), a trait otherwise rare in goniopods.

It was a nimble creature, able to fit inside a human hand. From its back grew a fleshy fin, adorned with a peculiar oval spot. Undoubtedly this served some display function, but what exactly is now forever uncertain. Awbar lived in close association with a plant dubbed the sporangobush, a type of fractarian. Its sporangia ended in hairy bulbs, each hair drenched in some kind of viscous liquid. Awbar were most often seen climbing up the bushes and licking these furballs with their long, retractable tongue. Many authors have assumed that this could have been a symbiotic relationship. Assuming the liquid produced by the sporangia was some kind of nectar, the Martian may have been lured into licking up the plant’s spores. Inside the stomach and guts of the creature, these spores may have combined with those of other sporangobushes and exited the body through excretion, already fertilized. It is impossible to test any such hypotheses anymore, however. There may not have been a mutual benefit at all to such behaviour, the creature could have been licking the sporangia for reasons entirely unintended by the plant. Perhaps the liquid was toxic or unappealing to some herbivores but was unintentionally alluring to the little creature, the same way spicy plants on Earth have unintentionally garnered the attention of humans. Or the relationship between the organisms was much more intricate and complicated than we can ever imagine, seeing as how little we still know about these ecosystems.

The extinction of the awbar was not brought about by a catastrophe like the dinosaurs’ or through human interference like the dodo’s. It was the end of a slow process already well on its way long before man set his foot on the red planet. The magnetization held within the surrounding rocks had simply begun to fade. With each passing year, the local magnetosphere grew weaker and more radiation reached the soil. The changes must have been incremental at first. With each blooming, the number in each organism’s generations must have grown less, rates of cancer and other ailments must have risen and gradually lowered their lifespan. The margins and tall hills of the oasis became barren first, the eggs of the sporangobushes and tube-cycads in the soil simply failing to germinate. These blank spots were then quickly colonized by more UV-resistant flora and planimals from outside the region, like chiropedes and the aggressive red weed. From that point on, the collapse of the previous ecosystem progressed at a geometric rate, as now the local organisms did not only face environmental degradation but also competition from outsiders they would have normally been able to outbreed. Local nekhbets failed to spawn and were gradually replaced by wadjets and more delicate spongisporians died from mutations before they could bloom, losing ground to their thorny upland counterparts. The ecosystem transformed and many were simply not able to adapt quickly enough to the changes. It was a prolonged evolution of the landscape, observed by us humans over a span of about twenty years. When the shield was finally gone, very little remained of the previous ecosystem. The last sporangobushes failed to reproduce and aged into misshapen mutants before mercifully fading away. The last awbar was already sighted five years before their extinction.

It is a curious feeling, to know that these little creatures used to crawl over my feet one day and are now forever gone. Though less spectacular than the great fossils dug out from the ground, their loss is a much more personal one. A more painful one. It is the difference between reading about Abraham Lincoln’s assassination in a schoolbook and seeing your own father pass away at the hospital. The many questions you ask yourself. Was this inevitable? Were there ways I could have helped? Why didn’t I try to help? Why did I not do more with the time we were given together? But such things, speculating about changing a past that can no longer be changed, hypothetical realities, is a futile misery. There was nothing I could have done. The magnetized rocks would have faded regardless of me being there or not and none of our expeditions were ever equipped to preserve species. We were just there to observe and study. And by the point I knew my father was sick, it was already too late for us to bond in the way be both wished we would have. Years of neglect had eroded any emotional foundation that could have been built upon. He was my father, and a good one at that, but he was never my friend.

Shipwrecks on Vulkanus

Vulkanus has always been a mysterious place. Not of this world, literally, as it is thought to have been a former rogue planet captured by the Sun. The atmosphere is veiled in opaque clouds of black dust and some regions are covered in dense, impenetrable jungles. One of its most mysterious aspects are however of Terran origin. Encountered during geological surveys made by private companies are from time to time the radar- and lidar-images of spaceships crashed amidst the forests or desert dunes. Some of these can be accounted for by known accidents from previous expeditions or ships that were intentionally discarded on the planet instead of being expensively retrieved back to Earth. The identity and story of some wrecks remains unresolved, however, and suggests that maybe some rogue private entities or maybe even governments have had access to the planet without the rest of the world knowing. 

A prevailing idea among conspiracy theorists that unfortunately dominates the discussion is that at least some of these wrecks are not even of human origin, with Vulkanus being something like a Bermuda Triangle of the universe on which various alien species have crashed. There is no evidence for any such claims, or interstellar visitations of our solar system in general, but they make for good spooky stories to tell in the dark. The most famous one is of course the so-called Parker Report, an allegedly true account written down by a man named Jonathan Parker that was mailed to a journalist. In the account, Parker claims to have worked as a surveyor for the Azuma Corporation when he was tasked with investigating such a shipwreck. There is no evidence of said wreck or Jonathan Parker having ever existed or a man by that name ever having worked for Azuma (the author tries to account for this by preposterously claiming that the corporation assassinates and erases whistleblowers). Together with other irregularities, the Parker Report can be safely dismissed as a hoax. But it is an amusing hoax and so, for the sake of entertainment, shall be recounted here. 

According to Parker, the gigantic ship was shaped like 2/3s of a torus, with an architecture, both in- and outside that can be described as looking as if it were made of black, fused rock, clearly inhuman in design. The inside of the ship consisted of large hollow hallways with ribcage-like walls. The interior atmosphere of the ship was surprisingly Earth-like and maintained at an ambient temperature (this is another hint at the story being a hoax, as oxygenated air would most likely explode if it came into contact with the atmosphere of Vulkanus). Deep inside the ship, Parker then allegedly found some sort of “trophy room”, in which were stored various biological relics from the solar system: A diamond-axe of a harphead sealed inside a container, the jaws and tooth-plates of an irsu from Mars, the head of an air-shark from Venus, the stinger of a Jovian Titan-Jelly, mandibles from an Europan IRO, a pyrite-tooth from a lava-worm of Io, what appeared to be a dinosaur-skull and even a few human crania, some with markedly enlarged brow-ridges. There were a few other artefacts, also mostly skulls or mummified heads, but seemingly from alien species still unknown to science.

No complete corpses of the pilots were ever found according to Parker, only a few isolated bones here and there, seemingly fossilized. Throughout the ship were various carvings, which showed noseless but vaguely humanoid, screaming faces, as well as bipedal creatures with skeletal heads, seemingly walking on their hands and holding scifi weaponry with their tentacles/tails(?).

The Parker Report further alleges that the shipwreck was covered-up and salvaged by the Azuma Corporation, for implied nefarious purposes. It furthermore warns that the existence of advanced extraterrestrial intelligences, especially ones that seems to enjoy hunting safaris on different planets, cannot be allowed to be held secret from the rest of mankind.

Perhaps rather tongue-in-cheek, the report ends with the words: “This is dread, man. Truly dread.”

Pseudocosmonaut

The most terrifying thing about space is not that it is vast and empty. It is the fact that it is only mostly empty.

A few decades ago, a tale emerged from the otherwise mundane routine that maintained the Second International Space Station, shortened to just ISS2, which has now been decommissioned. It began when German astronaut Ingo Mess was alone on a spacewalk out on the station’s hull in order to fix a little damage that had been done to one of the solar panels by microscopic space debris. As he was about to enter the airlock again, to his shock, he spotted something out in the distance. It looked like a human in a spacesuit, floating alone in the void. And it was moving. Mess claimed that the figure was fidgeting frantically and waving, obviously in distress. Mess entered the airlock, reported to his crew what he had just witnessed, and got out a manned maneuvering unit (MMU), a form of space-jetpack. With that he went out to retrieve the floating spacefarer. Mess claims again that the figure was waving and beckoning to him as he approached, but then suddenly stopped moving as he got closer. Mess feared that it was already too late and the person fainted or even died from the long isolation in space. He grabbed the body and retrieved it.

Once past the airlock, it became apparent that the body was clad in a Soviet spacesuit, of the Orlan-D-type typically worn by cosmonauts during the 1970s and 80s. At the time, the orbit of the ISS2 was close to that of the Plutonia, a smaller Soviet space station, so, even if the chances of such a thing happening are astronomically low, the astronauts speculated that maybe an accident had dislodged one of the cosmonauts from his station and by pure luck he had drifted to theirs. But to everyone’s shock, once the visor was lifted and the helmet removed, they saw that there was no person inside. It was just an empty spacesuit. 

Perhaps the movement that Mess reported was an optical illusion or even caused by gas escaping from the suit or air tank. When contacted, the crew of the Plutonia reported that there had been no incidents and that none of their cosmonauts had gone missing. But this opened up more questions, mainly why there was an empty spacesuit just floating around in Earth orbit, let alone a historic relic from the 70s? The suit was eventually chalked up to a mishap or perhaps even durability test during the early days of spaceflight that had gone unreported or forgotten.

However, the incident seems to have had a negative impact on Mess, whose crewmembers described him afterwards as increasingly erratic and “suspicious” of the suit. Days after retrieval, he still claimed to have seen it move when he looked at it through the security camera of the station’s storage room. The other astronauts chalked this up to swaying caused by microgravity.

Nonetheless, things really did start to become strange on the space station after the suit’s retrieval. The number of minor system errors did demonstrably increase, while many crewmembers started reporting health problems. The suit itself was frequently found outside its storage area after the astronauts woke up from sleep, one time even with its glove gripping the lever of the airlock. These incidents were most likely pranks on Mess by another crewmember.

When things truly got concerning was during the spacewalk of another astronaut, when she noticed there was a small hole in her suit and it was losing air rapidly. She thankfully noticed quickly and was able to re-enter the airlock before asphyxiating. The following days, Mess tried to do her job but before leaving the airlock he noticed that his suit was also perforated at the sleeves. The other suits on the station were soon after also found to have little holes poked into them. Someone was seemingly sabotaging the crew.

The cosmonaut suit itself ended up being the only one left intact and useable, in part because it was also in a surprisingly good condition despite its age and having been out in space for so long. Eventually, it was decided to bite the bullet and have one of the astronauts don the suit in order to get the necessary repairs on the station’s hull done. However, this was prevented by Ingo Mess, who barred anyone from even approaching the suit, because he feared something bad was emanating from it. Before anyone could wear it, Mess secretly ejected the suit back out of the airlock while the rest of the crew were sleeping. After he did, he reported that the suit began flailing again in panic, briefly holding onto one of the solar panels before losing grip and silently drifting back forever into deep space.

After the incident, the astronauts were able to repair one of their own suits again into a workable condition and fix the hull and panels. Technical and health problems also decreased and all crewmembers were able to safely return to Earth after the end of their mission. Mess, however, was largely shunned by his colleagues and reprimanded for his actions by the command centre. He had to go through another psychological evaluation, under fear that the isolation in space and his long separation from his wife and child had taken a mental toll on him. But the evaluation found him to be perfectly lucid and mentally competent, if a little traumatized from the experience.

Nevertheless, the following years largely saw the incident, including even the sabotage of the other spacesuits, being blamed on Mess’ mental health and his previously respected reputation sank quite a bit, at least outside of the circles of conspiracy theorists. Mess himself claims that his actions saved the lives of the entire crew. He has come up with his own explanations for what was up with the suit and the weird string of coincidences that befell the astronauts, but said theories have not exactly helped him beat the insanity accusations.

Early on Mess seriously claimed that the spacesuit was possessed by the ghost of cosmonaut Vladimir Komarov, who was the first human being to die in a spaceflight (in order to save Yuri Gagarin from said fate). This can of course be rejected outright, not just because ghosts obviously do not exist, but also because Komarov died in 1967 and he burned with his spacesuit into a carbonic crisp during atmospheric re-entry.

Next, Mess claimed that the suit was some sort of secret failed experiment by the Soviets, perhaps actually being mechanical with an AI built into it. While this explanation at least does not invoke supernatural entities, it still has no evidence speaking for it, especially given the fact that such technology would not have been possible to achieve in the late twentieth century. This is nevertheless the favoured theory by the majority of conspiracy theorists.

In the last years of his life, Mess speculated that what his crew picked up may have actually been an alien lifeform, which, for whatever nefarious purposes, imitated the appearance of a cosmonaut, perhaps without knowing what the inside should look like.

The spacesuit has never been encountered again.

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