An update on Mars One 6th December 2012 Dutch company Mars One has announced its conversion from a corporation to a "stichting", a not-for-profit foundation whose primary goal is to take humans to Mars. The first four astronauts are planned to land on Mars in 2023, with four additional crew members arriving every two years thereafter.
Since the launch of its website in June 2012, Mars One has enjoyed a profound, international following. With more than 850,000 unique visitors to its website, Mars One has received thousands of emails. Among those emails were over a thousand requests from individuals wanting to go to Mars – well before the official launch of the Astronaut Selection Program. Furthermore, Mars One is now supported by a large group of advisers and ambassadors, among whom are an astronaut, a Nobel prize winning physicist and several NASA scientists. Mars One recognised the potential to embrace this show of global support by conversion to a not-for-profit foundation. Bas Lansdorp, co-founder and President: "A foundation more accurately represents how the Mars One team feels about this mission, and how the world has embraced our plan, even in this early stage. We receive so many kind and supportive emails, people offer us donations or offer to help us in whatever way they can. The conversion to a foundation represents that going to Mars is something we do as a united world." In the first half of 2013, Mars One will launch the Astronaut Selection Program, a search to find the best candidates for the 'next giant leap for mankind'. The search will be global, open to every person from every nation. As a Foundation, Mars One will be the owner of the human outpost on Mars, the simulation bases on Earth, and the employer of the astronauts, both in training here on Earth, and those on Mars. Arno Wielders, co-founder and technical director of Mars One: "Sending humans to Mars has been my dream for 20 years. Evidently, I am not alone – we have received emails from over 50 countries. People in 37 countries have purchased our merchandise, demonstrating their support for Mars One. Regardless of their background, people are positive about this optimistic event that we believe will bring people of Earth a little bit closer together." Mars One is already sponsored by companies from all over the world. Now, the company is also accepting individual donations to enable people to contribute to its goals. Donations are applied toward daily operations at Mars One, the Conceptual Design Studies, and preparation for the Astronaut Selection Program. For more information, visit http://mars-one.com
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