Think of Occupy Space as Gravity with more beer.
Melville, South Carolina is out of money, it’s out of jobs, it’s out of hope, and today it’s out of astronauts. There were only two to begin with, and now one’s stuck on the International Space Station thanks to NASA budget cuts. But Walter Reddie, a vodka-soaked wash-out from the original Shuttle Program, vows that he’ll build his own damn rocket and bring his second-cousin (twice removed) home or die trying.
This is the story of Redneck NASA, the promised land for all the rocket junkies, pyromaniacs, astro-hippies, and science gladiators who believe that our future isn’t down here on earth, it’s up there in space, and they don’t need anyone’s permission to get there.