Here he is, Einstein. I don't claim the art work (c. Tim Nugent, 1979?), but the premise was mine. Basically, there was this race of spacelings who pretty much ruled this galaxy in the long-ago, but who caught a cold that drove them crazy. They waged war on each other for millenia (look, I thought this all up BEFORE I heard the stupid ancients story, honest!) until one of their race found a cure for their common cold. Today there are exactly six of their kind left in existance. All are at least a little dottie still (okay, TweedleDee and TweedleDum are more than a little dottie). Einstein here thought he was a spaceship. Obviously, he has made good on the claim and today he IS one. What size is he? Let's see, Hiemi landed his Scout in that bay amid ships (the black bar) and was the smallest of twenty or so craft docked there. For the gearheads I'll note that he has no jump drive, doesn't run on anti-matter and has no turrets or spinal mount weapons. He is streamlined, but cannot land. Most internal functions are steam operated, as are the attending robot crew. The only area with any life support available is the bridge.