One very silly thing I often observe in these 50s-era depictions of space life is the absurd waste of space, as if (if any of this happens) every square millimeter wouldn’t be occupied by power or life-support systems (including, in this case, food crops).
Nobody’s gonna build a dome for your French Colonial revival house and giant lawn with, like, a couple of oak trees so that you can have your dog run around.
One very silly thing I often observe in these 50s-era depictions of space life is the absurd waste of space, as if (if any of this happens) every square millimeter wouldn’t be occupied by power or life-support systems (including, in this case, food crops).
Nobody’s gonna build a dome for your French Colonial revival house and giant lawn with, like, a couple of oak trees so that you can have your dog run around.