Spacelog Mercury 7

Going to transmit to—record only, at this time.

The weightless condition is a blessing, nothing more, nothing less.

I am now photographing large cloud banks over the Pacific on a southerly direction.

I'm drifting slowly to retroattitude at this time.

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

Roger. Aurora Seven, this is Guaymas Cap Com. How me? Over.

Roger, Guaymas, loud and clear. My control mode is now fly-by-wire; gyros are caged, I'm in— maneuver is off. I'll go to automatic mode directly. My status good; the capsule status is good. The fuel is 69-69 [percent], oxygen is 88-100 [percent]. The cabin steam vent has gone to plus 10, I believe that's a bad gage reading, and suit temperature steam vent is coming down slowly, now reading 68 [degrees]. Over.

Roger. Understand 68 [degrees]. How is your temperature comfort? Over.

Roger. My body comfort is good. I am tracking now a very small particle, one isolated particle, about—there is another, very small, could be a light snowflake.

Roger. We're reading—we're having a—a bad body temperature reading on you, 102.4 [degrees], probably erroneous.

I can't believe it. My suit temperature shows 60 [degrees] and I feel quite comfortable. I'm sure I would be sweating more than this if my temperature were 102 [degrees].

Your suit-inlet temperature, near 61 [degrees], so it looks pretty good.

Roger.

Roger. It looks like we have a go for the second orbit as everything appears all right for you.

Roger. I was hoping you'd say that, Gordo.

You start to conserve your fuel a bit and maybe, perhaps, use a little more of your manual fuel.

Roger. Can do.

Roger, are you ready for Z and R cal?

Roger, send them.

Z cal coming on now.

And, mark, coastal passage.

Say again.

Mark, coastal passage coming over the—Baja.

Good.

How does it look?

Half covered with clouds, and—and the other half is dry. Will you pass on—this message for me, Gordo, to all the troops at Guaymas?

Hola, amigos, felicitaciones a Mexico y especialmente a mi amigos de Guaymas. Desde el espacio exterior, su pais esta cubierto con numbes—and es—also—se muy bello. Aqui el tiempo esta muy bueno. Buena suerte desde Auror Siete.

Roger, muchas gracias, amigo.

Ha ha, okay.

Give us a blood pressure.

Roger, 03 00 31 for Golf.

There's a G.m.t. on that of 15 45 48.

Roger. Standing by for the . . . my mark on the radar test over White Sands.

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Roger.

Roger. Command roll now.

Roll now.

No, I'll have to get in a better attitude for you first, Gus. It'll mean nothing this way, I mean Coop.

Roger.

You still reading us, Scotty?

Roger. Loud and clear.

Hearing you also. Have you done your roll for the radar yet?