DeviantARTist Dirk Loechel has compiled a very impressive visual compendium of famous science fiction starships.
It is quite a list: a whole lot of work to compile and great fun to zoom around it, making size and configuration comparisons between your favorite teevee and movie space jump buggies.
However being something of a pedant, I feel compelled to stick my nose in and correct one, critical error in Mr. Kirk Hamilton's review of Mr. Loechel's chart:
Every Sci-Fi Starship Ever, In One Mindblowing Comparison Chart
No. This is not "Every Sci-Fi Starship Ever": this is a collection -- a huge and really cool collection -- of lots of famous teevee and movie science fiction starships.
Bu there is no Rama here, slingshotting around our Sun, heedless of the quarrelsome primates on it's third planet.(1)
No Dauntless-class inertialess superdreadnaughts. (2)
No Kyben warships.(3)
No interstellar craft crewed by Habermen to avoid the Great Pain of Space. (4)
No patched-together remnants of the all-but-forgotten glory days before the fall of the Galactic Empire and the rise of the Foundation. (5)
No orgasm-powered starships (6), or Guild Transports with blue-in-blue eyed mutant navigators. (7)
No lost generation-ships sailing on towards disaster, it's inhabitants having long since forgotten that they are on a ship at all. (8)
I could go on for hours, impervious as a General Products' #3 hull (9), but that's not my point.
What is my point?
Back when I worked at an art school in Chicago, several people on my staff who were some numbers of years my junior had an intense (OK, obsessive) interest in and detailed knowledge of science fiction...as they understood it: which means as it existed in movies and on teevee and in online gaming since Star Wars.
And being science fiction's minister-without-portfolio to the Midwest and the arts, in fell to me to gently nudge these enthusiastic individuals in the direction of an entire undiscovered country of science fiction in book-form, some of which had been around since before some of their moms and dads were zygotes (breaking it to them that "Star Wars" was in no fucking way "science fiction" came later.)
I was a shameless pusher. I still am. No other word for someone who slips the young and innocent a gateway drug like Bradbury, then tried to lure them on to harder stuff later on.
And honestly, that is my only goal in writing this: a short PSA to the BitTorrent generation that out beyond Star Wars and Warhammer, shelf upon shelf of good stuff -- really, really good stuff -- is waiting patiently to blow your skull into orbit.