As we watch the fictional t.v. shows about space travel we really have to laugh when we seen the lavish quarters the crews live in. Nothing was further from the truth, in reality.
Our Ancestors' ships were cramped, to say the least, though each crew person had a private space, as both races found privacy of a profound importance. These spaces were cramped by anyone's standards. Ordinary crewmen had alcoves in which their bed was placed, with panels that came down and closed them off when they were sleeping. These were well sound proofed, however, and they could view their own entertainments without disturbing those around them.
Officers had a little bit bigger accomodations, a private door led into their apartment. They had a small living area with a table and chair that came down out of the wall. Their viewers were somewhat bigger, and they had considerably more storage space. But all in all their accomodations weren't that much more than the ordinary crewman's.
Most space on REAL starships was dedicated to weaons, propulsion, communications, and life support. Living quarters were often squeezed in where space was available around this equipment. Fictional writers can take liberties the people that built REAL starships couldn't afford.

We receive a lot of complaints from people that our articles are threatening, that we should have more understanding of other peoples' feelings and not be so condemning. They can't believe that people will be punished, not allowed into The Kingdom Of God or other sacred Kingdoms for the things we describe. "Leave others alone!" they keep saying, "Stop trying to terrorize people to get your way! The things you are describing just can't be!"
We wish we did not HAVE to tell people what is happening, how upset their Loved Ones are with them, but the truth must be told.
We are not threatening people, we are like someone walking down the street who suddenly sees a burning house and runs up to its door and starts banging on it, telling the people inside to wake up and save themselves. Or, like a parent that finds a child playing with a loaded gun and takes it away from him, and strongly dsiplines him for having it.
We are not condemning, we are merely letting people know their house is on fire, they are in danger of being destroyed, that they are giving their children horrible weapons with which to destroy themselves. This is not easy Work, it is not pleasant Work, but there must be someone to tell the Truth, to let people know that everything isn't wonderful, that everything ISN'T going to be forgiven, that there are some things that are unforgivable, that are beyond redemption.
The house is burning! The people are still in it! But we can save them. If we can make them understand we can save them. You tell us what we should do. Should we keep banging on the door? Should we keep screaming "Wake up! Save yourselves!" or should we say "Who cares?" and walk away? You tell us, what should we do?