On Scientific Trash

Our world is filled with garbage. The scientific community shows videos of floating islands of trash in the Pacific Ocean that has an area larger than some nations. You can’t drive down the highway without seeing the mounds of aluminum, plastic, paper, and other assorted garbage that has been thrown from vehicles or fallen off of trucks. And no one seems to mind it, much. It’s only another of the prices we pay for life in the modern age. Oh, sure; some of those “earth lovers” decry the trashing of the planet, but, by and large, most people on the planet seem to not care about how much garbage is actually out there.

Then there’s the trash that the scientific community itself produces. Right now, there are hundreds of tons of garbage that endanger people every day, and this trash is a direct result of the so-called progress of the modern world that our best scientific minds have produced in the past 65 years. There are dozens of videos and websites devoted to showing the public this debris, if you know where to look. Yet, most of the public knows nothing about this potential danger to them that this garbage poses, hanging like an unseen or recognized Sword of Damocles over the heads of the population.

In fact, let’s get specific. There are over 130,000,000 pieces of trash that the world’s scientists have produced that have the potential to cause harm to us right this minute. Now, to be fair, the overwhelming number of these pieces are relatively small, but they can still do damage enough to harm us at least indirectly. More on that in a moment. But what’s even more unusual about this scientific trash is that the scientific community knows exactly where they are. In fact, there is an office set up to monitor the trash.

This accounting of the trash began the moment the first bit of junk was thrown away. Yet, the scientists are loathe to do anything to start cleaning up this large amount of trash; they say that they either lack the funding to clean up the trash or they lack the technology to do so. Some point to political reasons for not cleaning up the scientific trash. They invariably shrug and bemoan the fact that the trash exists. But that doesn’t stop them from continuing to add to the amount of garbage they produce every year as they watch the number and the tonnage of junk increase.

However, there is a new movement in some scientific corners calling for a halt to the pollution. One of the interesting things about this junk is that, these people say, if left alone for about 40 years, the junk will sort of “clean itself up” in a way. The theory goes that if no new garbage is produced, then, eventually, it will sort of simply go away. The reason for some of these scientists calling for a halt to the increase in this garbage is that the levels of trash has reached a critical point, they say. The likelihood of that trash causing a major catastrophe is increasing, they say.

And what exactly is this stuff?

Well, as you’d expect, there are garbage bags of trash, surely. Paint. Pliers. A camera. A blanket. Some toothbrushes. And that’s only some of the small stuff. The real threat is the bigger stuff. The fear is that some of that bigger stuff–some left over satellites, for example–will collide with existing objects orbiting earth, causing them to fall into the atmosphere and then crash onto populated areas of the planet.

Because there’s simply that much space junk orbiting earth right now.

On a Test Animal

The scientists named her Barker.

She was found wandering the streets of the city and was quite obviously a stray. She was also quite obviously a mutt. Oh, she had some physical characteristics of a Samoyed, and some of a Husky, and there was definitely a bit of Terrier in there as well. Ah, but she was a tiny thing. She weighed only about 12 pounds.

And that’s why it was somewhat comical that such loud barking yelps came from a girl this small. Of course, they had to name her Barker. The best that the scientists could determine, Barker was about three years old. Her ears stood straight up, except at the top tips which folded down. Ah, she was a real cutie.

The scientists liked using stray dogs from the city streets because they felt that those dogs had been conditioned to extremes of temperature and of hunger. Their experiments needed dogs that could withstand both. Now, as an animal lover, I will go on record as being against the use of animals in scientific experiments on principle. However, this was the mid-1950s, and the use of animals in scientific experimentation was commonplace. Sadly, the experiments that were being performed on the street dogs would end up killing them.

One of the scientists who was conducting the experiments developed a soft spot for Barker. He would scratch her ears and whisper to her so that the other scientists could not hear his sweet nothings. He would put his head on hers and quietly say that, in another life, he would love to have her at his house to play with his children, and to watch her grow up with them. In fact, on the evening before the experiment that would lead to her death, he did, indeed, take Barker home. She and the kids had a wonderful time, running and playing throughout the house. Of course, the kids were giggling, and Barker was, well, barking. “She was so charming,“ he would say later. Knowing her fate, the scientist wanted to do something nice for her.

I wish this story had a happier ending. It is true that all stories involving dogs end sadly. When you bring a puppy into your life, the result is going to be heartache because nothing is forever.

The next day, Barker began the experiment that would take her life. And because of that experiment, she would go down in history. Or, in this case, perhaps, up.

You see, Barker is what her name is in English.

You know her better by her Russian name, Laika, and as the first animal from earth to go into space.