Sealing Our Own Graves

Hey there pardner, looks like you haven't been getting your RDA of Neoludditeism, so here's a heapin' helping of harrowing high-tech hypochondria fer y'all, courtesy of a happy-little link that came up in my browser as "First satellite collision ever means more to come"

First satellite collision produces dangerous wreckage
Outer space is getting too crowded already.

A satellite crash that occurred on Tuesday was the first of it's kind, reported NASA. Two communications satellites, a privately owned US machine and a presumably defunct Russian Cosmos orbiter, collided over northern Siberia around noon ET. As more and more devices are put into orbit around Earth to replace first-generation space equipment, the likelihood of satellite crashes causing expensive damage is increasing rapidly. Scientists have been warning of the danger of crowded orbits for years, but the solutions are lacking.
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Though the risk to the station - which currently has 3 astronauts on board - is very small, the risk increases exponentially with every satellite collision that occurs. Each crash results in hundreds of new fragments with their own individual orbits. And though low-orbit communications satellites eventually burn up in Earth's atmosphere after they are no longer useful, high-orbit satellites remain as long as they aren't dismantled or obliterated.

Not to mention, some of them high-orbit fillies have plutonium power-cores. Yeehah! Rest in peace, little buddies!

And no, I have no excuse for my odd mixture of USRDA metaphors, cowboy talk, and accidental Gilligan's Island and Bob Ross references. What can I say? I'm a neoluddite, I'm supposed to be way behind the curve...