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The trouble with all these schemes is that it's totally contrary to poweful real world trends. The surface of the Earth has an overwhelming abundance of rural land that is incredibly hospitable to life. And these places are depopulating because people prefer living in cities. How are you gonna get people to move to the bottom of the sea, or Mars, if they don't even want to move to West Virginia?

So Bioshock….

Build them as connectable hexagons. Learn from the insects, they've had a half billion years to figure out what shit works and what shit don't.

Space is hard to get to, no gravity, and there's radiation.

Underwater has high pressure, corrosion, and no natural lighting.

When you get an air leak in space, you find the hole and patch it. When you get a leak underwater, you don't have to worry about it at all because it takes care of things in microseconds.

I have an idea. Let's stick all of the world's billionaires into a submarine and see if lightning strikes twice.

What happens in the abyss stays in the abyss.

Very interesting to read, but sounds so astronomically expensive and reliant on zero mistakes in every single aspect of manufacturing every single thing going into the pods, that no one will sustain paying for this shit beyond angel investors.

Sealab 2025?

Because of its narcotic effect at high pressure, nitrogen shouldn’t be breathed by humans at depths below about 60 meters. So, at 200 meters, the breathing mix in the habitat will be 2 percent oxygen and 98 percent helium. But because of its very high thermal conductivity, “we need to heat helium to 31–32 °C to get a normal 21–22 °C internal temperature environment,”

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Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? 'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.' 'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.' 'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.' I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well.