Exoplanet Excursions: May 2014

Neither planet nor star, Jon’s next stop sits in the murky borderlands of cosmic classification. Drifting through the Galaxy like a dirty faced Dickensian orphan trudging up a foggy, cobbled road, the wandering rogue world I encountered on my last voyage – Obsidiana – evoked an odd feeling of pity.

Published: May 27, 2015 at 11:00 am

Credit: Illustration by Mark Garlick

But it’s not the only form of rogue world out there.

There’s another type drifting alone amongst the stars, which falls into the category of the ‘brown dwarf’.

Too small to be stars, too bloated for planets, brown dwarves are the duck-billed platypuses of the Universe.

I’m taking the Cruiser Globe to the edge of one of these bizarre, puffed up planetary sub stars: destination ULAS J222711-004547.

Despite a name like three footballers’ Porsche numberplates welded together, this browndwarf promises to be particularly exhilarating.

And since it was discovered by a team from Hertfordshire University led by Federico Marocco, I’m callingit ‘Marocconius’.

With Kraftwerk’s Autobahn on the in-Globe entertainment system, I arrive in no time and hover close, at a distance just half of that between Mercury and the Sun, for a beautifully impressive view of brown dwarf Marocconius.

Strikingly redder than most other brown dwarves, which give off a more violet hue, it shimmers with a deep glow like theside of a red hot oil drum containingthe fire on a picket line.

Marocconius’s permanent redness comes from its clouds, which containa potent brew of water vapour and sizeable particles of the minerals enstatite and corundum;

I never came across those in The Spotter’s Guide to Geology!

I swoop into the cloud deckfor a closer examination of these chunky particles, setting the Cruiser Globe’s force field to maximum to withstand travelling directly through this thick blended atmosphere.

The sound is extraordinary, like an almighty hailstorm of Malteser-sized ball bearings – an exhilarating explosion of the harshest white noise imaginable.

Brown dwarf weather is much more glutinous and extreme than that on Earth, as though the weather systems have been thickened up with massive amounts of gravy browning.

The winds here are formidable; thank goodness for the Cruiser Globe’s stability regulators, which minimise the buffeting – andmy travel sickness.

I steer an uneasy path flying beneath savage clouds and above the surface of Marocconius.

It looks like Mars in some altered state, all swirling whirls of redness above and a bizarre molten mousse below.

I can’t help feeling like I’m in the film Innerspace, travelling through the human body inside a shrunken submarine.

There’s certainly somethingunsettling about this brown dwarf.

Could it be modified, I wonder, perhaps by pumping out some of its substanceand reducing it to a gas giant doublethe size of Jupiter?

The excess matter could be used to install some handsome Saturn-style rings, I think to myselfas I rise out of Marocconius’s fascinating and ferocious atmosphere.

As I lookback at the failed star, I have the urgeto put on some suitable music.

Wheredid I put that experimental duet forsteel drum and tuba?

Jon Culshaw is a comedian, impressionistand guest on TheSky at Night

This column appeared in the May 2014 issue ofBBC Sky at Night Magazine

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