One of the givens in any space opera is the ability to move
through space (relatively) quickly from one place to another. Some people use
worm holes. Others use plain old hyperspace. In the Star Wars universe moving
from one star system seems to be a bit like driving your car across town.
Sometimes stories are written about generation ships which travel through
normal spacetime over incredibly long time frames.
That's all well and good. But there aren't any roads in
space. Of course, all those ships transporting people around have wonderful
navigation systems. The issue, though, is that distance and direction on planet
Earth are all based on constants. Locations on the surface have precise
coordinates, given in latitude and longitude. Latitude is based on the distance
north of south from the equator, and longitude is based on the distance east or
west from a given base line (0⁰) which we humans have decided passes
through Greenwich in the UK. In the past, longitude was found to be
exceptionally difficult to measure. It wasn't until the invention of extremely
accurate clocks that we could get it pretty right. To quote Wikipedia "Longitude at
a point may be determined by calculating the time difference between that at
its location and Coordinated Universal Time (UTC)." It's
an over-simplification, but we don't need more than that for this discussion.
The point is that in order to navigate between two places,
you need to know the position of those two places based on two 'knowns' – your
start point, and your end point. Sure, you can recalculate en route. Aircraft
do it all the time, because they work in three dimensions: latitude, longitude
and height. I assume submarines do, too. If we look at space, working out how
to get to other planets has already been done successfully many times. But the
further we go, the harder it gets. This
io9 article explains it better than I could.
So why do I care? Because my current WIP is very much about
following a specific journey made by space-farers in the distant past. There aren't any roads, so I need
breadcrumbs, or a ball of string, and I'm not sure how to make it work.
Ah well. That's one of the joys – and the frustrations – of writing
science fiction.
