Actually that’s not quite true. Everyone in your space capsule knows you stink but it is true that no one on earth does.
You’d almost be willing to brave the harsh, ultra cold vacuum of space, and have your blood boiling up out of your veins to a avoid the smell of microwaved fish leftovers or burned popcorn. Let’s open up a ripe banana and leave the peel to rot in the waste can of a hated enemy. Add 3 month old gym sock and we have a cocktail of the Gods. Gods of the underworld maybe. Ambrosia for lesser Gods.
It should come as no surprise given how hard it would be to open a window and get some fresh air in space, that they don’t serve fish in that freeze dried bill of faire they feed the astronauts. I would imagine the space capsule would smell fishy for weeks after someone opened up the fish food pouch.
Only in space would someone ask you, with a straight face, to drink your own recycled urine. It is a matter of national security and oh by the way SURVIVAL for your to do so. They can’t be shooting fresh water up to you every day. They burned a lot of fuel to get that half ton of water you carried with you at launch as it is.
Come to think of it, America’s largest cities are running short of water even as we speak. Earthbound land lovers may be closer to drinking recycle fluids than they think!
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