Clad in floppy hospital coat and pants, Airman Donald Gerard Farrell grinned, "Well, here goes," and clambered into a weird contraption at Texas' Randolph A.F.B. It looked like a home furnace —3 ft. wide, 6 ft. long, 5 ft. high—encrusted with tanks, pipes and electric cables. It was firmly anchored to the concrete floor, but it was the Air Force's closest approximation to the type of cabin in which a man might solo into outer space. Airman Farrell, 23, Manhattan-born son of a Wall Street accountant, was to make a seven-day simulated trip to...
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