Imagine:
-Swarms of private vessels descending on a planet for its annual Holo-Con, featuring five hundred different celebrities, special announcements and reveals, and costume contests for all your favorite Holo Heroes
-Interstellar rock bands followed by their groupies in giant trailer-ships
-Mile-long carriers loaded with ships the size of warehouses that deploy to every major city on a planet to drop off supplies that will be shuttled to Space Rite-Aids all across the cities
-Spaceborne farmer’s markets that grow certified space-organic products–no chemicals from factories or pesticides to repel vermin, just the purity of deep space (warning: they all taste like cardboard, but don’t tell the trendies)
-Food truck ships that flit from spaceport to spaceport, selling greasy foods and overpriced drinks
-Armored space trucks loaded with cash, escorted by gun-laden cruisers as they approach their destination
-Mobile homes, or maybe just big freighters with the words “WIDE LOAD” stamped on the back
-Loudly colored spacehogs tearing down toward the atmosphere, each one piloted by gruff-looking humans and tattooed aliens with black leather jackets
-That Imperial Wares truck that every family always sees at least one of on their vacation in their space minivan
-Lumbering construction vessels making their way far too slowly between the planet and its moon
It’s a giant galaxy, give me all the mundanity.