"....?"
Julius took in the sight before him. The sweeping tanks and blue lighting of the Moscow Oceanarium. It wasn't bad. In fact, to the average Soviet citizen, it was probably beautiful.
But to him, it felt modest at best. The architecture was mostly steel and reinforced polymer, shaped in that familiar utilitarian Soviet style. The layout was simple, the corridors were narrow, and the viewing halls were obviously trying to hide the aging infrastructure behind the holo panels.
Truth be told, Germany's oceanarium was leagues ahead.
Berlin's Marine Sphere spanned an entire district. A floating dome supported by gravitic pillars, housing a fully simulated Atlantic ecosystem.
Artificial storms. Programmable tides. Even a rotating observation deck that gave visitors a full three-hundred-sixty degree view of the bioengineered megafauna swimming below.
