Everyone here is wearing tasteful business casual pantsuits. They all look like they’re late for an important meeting that’s definitely going to decide the fate of the multimillion space dollar Brockman account. You’re fairly sure they all work 14 hours a day, whether in the office or on their space phones or holoscreens at night. After putting their children to bed, they dream of a simpler life and think wistfully about opening up a restaurant in Santa Fe. Sunny Santa Fe would be nice.
For a place called the Sombrero Nebula, it seems rather somber. You half expected a mariachi band, but that would have been a little on the nose, now, wouldn’t it?