Right now, on your computer screen, are approximately 10,000 galaxies. Each of those galaxies contains anywhere from ten million to one trillion stars. The average star is roughly a million times the size of Earth. And yet, with all that junk, the Universe is more than 90 percent empty space. All of that, in this tiny photo. A photo that took 400 orbits and 800 exposures to take. And the kicker? The photo covers one thirteen-millionth of the entire night sky.
Do these people have no concept of scale, distance or time? And I'm talking about the assholes who wrote this script, not the Kilrathi.
"It could blow a hole in the space-time continuum the size of—!! (glances at monitor, deflates a little) well, actually, the exact size of Belgium. *sighs* That’s a bit undramatic, isn’t it? Belgium?"
Previously, we had the idea that an army of 10,000 Daleks is massively terrifying on a galactic scale. That would be, roughly, the population of Woodbury, Connecticut. (No, of course you haven't heard of it. That's the point.) Nation goes on here to establish the stakes of this story — ten million people across the galaxy might die. Although ten million people is indeed a lot, it's somewhat less significant when you consider the fact that it's roughly the population of Hungary, or if you prefer, Seoul. This is a somewhat lackluster figure on a galactic scale.
By way of summary, the 115,128 networked, civilized star systems of the 31st-century Milky-Way Galaxy (population: 10,283 trillion and four. No... wait. Five. Err... three. Crap. Hold still.)
Space is not really big. Space is just something to be big in.
Jonas: The actual answer is slightly more than one atomic mass unit. Slightly more than one atomic mass unit.
Emma: Wait a second! That's not even a real answer. "Slightly more?" That's... I gave-
Jonas: Well, that's all for this week!
Emma: Wait, I gave one sixteenth of a pound! "Slightly more" is vague!
—lonelygirl15 episode "Emma's Choice", on the mass of a proton
Space. It's huge. So huge, in fact, that if you'd lost your car keys in it, they would be almost impossible to find.
—Captain Qwark, Ratchet & Clank Future: A Crack In Time (ironically, a major offender in department of distance)
Anyway, fantasy cartography is a pet peeve of mine; i think most fantasy cartographers forget that peasants and armies on foot can't travel a hundred miles an hour.
"Scale in Transformers is, not to put too fine a point on it, screwed. Virtually no era, franchise, fiction, toyline or other incarnation of Transformers has presented scale in a logical or believable fashion."
— The Transformers Wiki - Scale
Clearly, the pitiful humans at Hasbro are so overwhelmed by the awesomeness of Cybertronian life forms that they can't get the scale right.
Ayup. Yes indeedy. Yuup. N-nothing. Lots and lots of n-nothing!
We can't search this whole planet on foot!
—Captain Kirk, "The Man Trap"
“When we showed George Martin The Wall,” says lead designer Sylvain Sechi of introducing the books’ author to the giant, miles-long icy structure/metaphor that protects the land of Westeros from the wildlings (and worse) that lurk up north, “he says ‘that’s a very, very big wall.” Upon their explaining to him that they’d made it to scale according to his description, he replied that “I wrote it too big!”
Seriously, one of the things that is very, very difficult to portray when writing anything involving Space is the truly ridiculous distances involved in anything. Let me give you a rundown of things:
(Picture of the moon) This is the moon, it is the closest celestial body we have. it is, on average, 384,400 kilometers away. This is a distance equivalent to nine times the circumference of the Earth, more or less. To give you an idea of how fraking huge this distance is, it would take you eight or nine years to walk this far, and only if you were some magical automaton that didn't require eating or sleeping. On a car doing 100 Km/h, this would take 160 days (and a bit).
And keep in mind that we're talking about the fraking moon, which on cosmological terms is roughly equivalent to shuffling about in your seat slightly.
Next on our list of absurd distances is this: (Picture of the sun) This is the sun, our closest star. It is 1.392.000 kilometers wide, or three times the distance between the Earth and Moon. If the Sun were the size of a soccer ball (22 cm in diameter), then the Earth would be about two milimeters wide.
It is about 149,600,000 kilometers away. If it were the size of a soccer ball, then the Earth would be 23.57 meters away. If you were on an SR-71 Blackbird traveling at it's fastest official speed (3,529.6 Km/h), it would take you 15 years to get there. It takes light, the fastest thing known to man, eight minutes to get here from the Sun. We refer to this distance as an Astronomical Unit, or AU, since kilometers are too damned small for anything inside the solar system.
Finally, we have this thing: (Picture of a tiny dot of light) That thing, that fraking thing, is Eris. It is the largest dwarf planet discovered, and currently holds the title of the farthest planetary body in our solar system. How far away is it?
At its closest? 37.77 AU, or 5,650,000,000 km. Holy fraking horseapples. If you so desired to make the journey on the previously mentioned SR-71 Blackbird, it would take you 566 FRAKING YEARS. If you wanted to get there today, you'd have to have left during the Battle of Varna.
And I'm not even going outside the solar system, which on cosmological terms is roughly equivalent to one's house. No wonder SoaSE ships go into FTL for in-system travel.
— Dalek Ix, author of Friends of a Solar Empire, in a blog entry.
The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
— Carl Sagan, reflecting on an image of Earth taken by Voyager 1 at the edge of the Solar System, which was barely a pixel in size.