Spacelog Mercury 7

Roger. Going to fly-by-wire. It doesn't cost so much.

Roger. Fly-by-wire, Manual on. Is that affirmative?

Manual is—no, I'm, my control mode is pure fly-by-wire now.

Roger. Flare test coming up. Stand by. Mark 00 [plus] 58 plus 30. All four flares away.

Aurora Seven, Aurora Seven, this is Woomera. How do you read? Over.

Roger. Reading you loud and clear. Searching for your flares. Stand by.

Roger. We still have approximately 60 seconds left.

You're up to minus 50 [degrees] on roll.

Roger. Backing off. Thank you, thank you. Backing off.

I do not have your flares. I'm sorry, Woomera.

Say again, Seven.

No joy on your flares. I do not have your flares visible.

Have copied. Evidently the cloud coverage is too tight.

At this time I have extensive cloud coverage—wait.

Did you try Aux Damp when you're in fly-by-wire to see if you are holding attitudes?

Negative. I have verified that Aux Damp is operating satisfactorily. Over.

Roger. Understand.

I have some lights on the ground underneath me. Stand by, I'll try to identify them.

Roger. Wilco.

Aurora Seven, Aurora Seven, this is Woomera Cap Com. Do you read? Over.

Loud and clear, Woomera. Go ahead.

Roger. Could you give us a short report at this time?

Roger. My control mode is fly-by-wire, gyros are free, and the maneuver switch is off. Fuel reads 75-85 [percent], oxygen 88 and 100 [percent]. Wait till I pick a washer out of the air. And everything is very good. Over.

Roger. You're intermittent. What is your suit temperature? Over.

Roger. Suit temperature is now 70 [degrees]. Suit temperature is 70 [degrees]. Steam exhaust is 70 [degrees]. The cabin exhaust is 80 [degrees].

Roger.

Are you prepared to go into drifting flight before too long?

Roger. I can do that at this time. At night yawed—

. . . is that affirmative?

I am going to drifting flight at this time. Over.

Roger.

Gyros are caged. I have about a 2-degree-per-second yaw rate. All gyros are zero. I have Corvus directly above me. I'm yawing over the top. I feel that my attitude is—the line of sight is nearly—nearly vertical.

I am in VOX record only now. The time is 01 04 00 elapsed. I'm searching the star charts.

The finish on the star chart is so shiny that—it's impossible to read because of reflection.

I've got to turn white lights on, that's all.

At 01 05 00.

Attitudes are of no concern to me whatsoever. I know I'm drifting freely. The moon crossed the window not too long ago.

Let's see, now what can—I am at this moment rocking my arms back and forth and I can make this show up in the roll, yaw, and pitch needle. By moving my torso, I can make the pitch rate needle move up to 1 degree per second. Roll is, needle, rate needle is very sensitive to this. Yaw is also. Let's see, am going to open the visor at this time. Have a few crumbs of food floating around in the capsule.

At 01 06 106—-at 1 minute, 1 hour and 7 minutes elapsed, I'm going above the scale to approximately 8 on cabin and suit.

Hello, hello, Canton Com Tech, Canton Com Tech, Aurora Seven. Weak but readable. Go ahead.

Aurora Seven, Aurora Seven. This is Canton Com Tech, Canton Com Tech. Do you read? Over.

Hello, Canton Com Tech, Aurora Seven. Loud and clear. How me?

The food—hello, Canton Com Tech, Aurora Seven. How do you read?

Hello, Canton Com Tech, Aurora Seven. How do you read?

This food has crumbled badly.