Check out this awesome bit of science communication from 1918:
And the only thing cooler than how they thought spaceships would look, is the way they wrote, it is beautiful:
Man has invaded space–not in airplanes which would fall to pieces with age before Earth’s near neighbors were visited, but with thoughts which travel faster and work more miracles even than the light of the sun. Standing on his own tiny planet, an infinitesimal atom in a boundless universe, he can with cunningly contrived pieces of glass bring many thousands of other worlds to him, and make them tell him their story.
By measuring the speed of light, he can tell their distance; by splitting up their faint rays of light, he can judge of what they are made. Though they be a million times as big as he, yet standing on his little spot of earth, he can weigh them as he would a pound of sugar. Keeping track of their movements, he can tell where they will be hundreds of years in the future.
This kind of writing channels the lyricism of Sagan and the enthusiasm of Nye. It is writing like this that excites and awes.
Start now and you would not get to the Sun till after 2000 AD!