An American skyscraper with one penthouse suite for three people in its attic and enough explosives in its first twenty floors to blow itself into Space.
When it did eventually fall back to Earth, most of it had gone. Either burned up in the earth’s atmosphere or to forever float aimlessly through Space as a testament to Man’s inability to venture into it without filling it full of crap.
On its launch pad, the Saturn 5 stood tall and proud, but the longer its journey took into Space the shorter it got until only its top floor remained, and even then, most of that was jetisoned at the last minute until only what looked like a metal three-man tent splashed down into the Pacific and hauled onto a nearby US aircraft carrier.
In his heydays in the 1960′s I could never work out why NASA needed a skyscraper to get it to the moon when Alan Tracy could easily get there (and even to the Sun) in Thunderbird 3, powered only with what looked like three German V-1 rockets strapped to its sides.
