Have you ever seen a great ball of boiling cheese?
We can be certain it's a grim and unnatural spectacle of nature.
Well I would guess one half of the moon would be frozen, and the other half boiling, but gasses from decomposition due to oxygen trapped in the cheese would be released, producing an atmosphere that would be quite nasty. I haven’t seen the video my friend
@Petros2015 just linked, however, and I am sure it would be more detailed in its coverage of a
satelite du fromage.
By the way, fun fact: we knew the Moon wasn’t green cheese in the 1940s, thanks to spectography. Robert Heinlein mentioned this in his incredibly fun 1947 juvenile SF novel, the first one, in fact,
Rocket Ship Galileo, in which three boys and a professor build a nuclear powered rocket and are the first to land on the moon. Scientifically it was remarkably accurate. It was also a success, launching a series of wonderful juvenile SF novels including classics including stories of interplanetary war that frankly I find more engrossing than
The Expanse, like
Between Planets and
Space Cadet, a science-fantasy depiction of life on a Mars with frozen canals and bouncing spherical Martians and mysterious human Martians,
Red Planet;
Time for the Stars, which was the first work of juvenile science fiction to address time dilation, using the plot devices of near light speed travel and telepathy to fully convey the concept that time slows down as one approaches the speed of light (alas it did not convey the concept that gravity also influences it, which the film
Interstellar did address, but at the expense of not clearly showing time dilation from relativistic velocities, and you really need both to illustrate the counter-intuitive nature of general relativity), and finally, three really good galactic or intergalactic space operas:
Starman Jones, the final
Have Spacesuit: Will Travel, and my personal favorite,
Citizen of the Galaxy, which is pure fun and was amazing when I read it at age 13.
By the age of 14 I was reading much more sophisticated adult SF, by 15 I had become such an elitist connoisseur that even the original
Star Wars films became difficult to enjoy, and I had to read the positive parts of the criticism of it in the
Encyclopedia of Science Fiction (which is now freely available; back then my first edition was a giant book I lugged around until the binding failed and the pages fell out) whose editors, John Clute, who I believe is still with us, and Peter Norman, who reposed many years ago, memory eternal, pulled no punches and insisted on quality) order to persuade myself that it was not beneath me.
The end of the line for Heinlein’s juveniles, which were edited by a lady at Charles Scribner’s Sons, the only works Heinlein sold to that publisher, was
Starship Troopers, a thrilling but brutal space opera which also satirizes fascism (Heinlein, by the time he wrote it, was a committed Libertarian, and the Federation he depicted in it, where military service was a prerequisite to political enfranchisement, and corporal punishment and execution for criminal offenses as well as breaches of military discipline is graphically depicted, was obviously a dystopian satire, but it was too much for a juvenile; the editor, to her credit, tried to preserve the relationship and work out a compromise with Heinlein, but he had a strict policy of never submitting a story to a publisher after they had rejected one of his works, meaning if you bought a Heinlein story, and it sold well, which they tended to do, you had to keep buying everything he sent you or he would cut you off permanently, which is harsh but one can see the business sense in the era in which he worked).
A number of people, including most importantly, teenage readers, including friends of mine who lacked a biography of Heinlein and access to the volumes of science fiction criticism and literary theory that my parents endulged me with (yes, I did have a girlfriend during this time; she later married another man, and I am not jealous, unfortunately he left her, but she has two beautiful boys in their early teens and is also battling cancer, so please pray for her; her name is Rachel, and she is a devout Christian who I met via Methodist Youth Fellowship, who like me is still a Christian but not Methodist; I request Orthodox, Catholic, Anglican, Lutheran and other liturgical Christians to include her name in the list of names to be prayed for in the liturgy).
