For about ten glorious minutes, things were looking good. The Super Heavy booster nailed its landing like an Olympic gymnast, sliding perfectly into its docking arms (aka the ‘chopsticks’). The crowd cheered. Musk probably smiled. Twitter (sorry, X) was on fire with excitement. Then—four out of six engines quit like overworked interns. The spacecraft started spinning like a confused fidget spinner, and then, in classic SpaceX fashion, it exploded. A “rapid unscheduled disassembly,” as they say in the industry.
