News - February 10, 2025

Alright, chromeheads, February 11 was a fraggin’ spectacle of corpo power plays, gonk-tier moves, and unchecked egos runnin’ wild. Trump and Musk—two prime examples of what happens when unchecked greed gets mainlined straight into the bloodstream of society—were out here jackin’ the system like a couple of low-tier netrunners who think they run the Grid.

First up, the orange gonk himself decided to slam a 25% tariff on steel and aluminum imports, no backdoors, no corp favors, just a brute-force hack on the economy. Choombas in manufacturing are already panicking, screamin’ about a trade war reboot, while megacorps scramble to tweak their supply chains. The guy’s playin’ global economics like he just slammed some synth-coke and decided to YOLO the market.

Meanwhile, Musk—wannabe tech messiah turned full-blown cyber-capitalist overlord—tried to yoink OpenAI for a cool $97.4 billion. His goal? Roll it back to its ‘non-profit roots,’ whatever that means in a world where corpos own every data node. OpenAI’s CEO, Sam Altman, laughed him off the Net, tellin’ him to go buy Twitter again instead. Musk, in true gonk fashion, called him a “swindler”—because irony is dead.

Musk wasn’t done yet, though. He started spoutin’ off that FEMA funneled $59 million into luxury NYC hotels to house “illegal migrants.” City Hall shot back, sayin’ only $19 million went to hotels, the rest got siphoned into other support ops. Looks like someone’s tryin’ to twist the narrative, but when you're runnin’ ops at this level, what’s a few digits between corpo overlords?

Oh, and the feds are gunnin’ for Musk’s records, pushin’ a judge to force him to unlock his vault of Treasury secrets. What’s inside? Nobody fraggin’ knows, but if the corpos and politicos are fightin’ over it, you can bet your cyberware it’s got some dirty code.

So, to sum it up, Trump’s throwin’ a wrench in global trade like a sledgehammer-wielding cyberpsycho, Musk’s tryin’ to snatch up AI like it’s a back-alley black market deal, the feds want Musk’s data but he’s playin’ the corpo victim, and meanwhile, the system keeps churnin’, and we’re the ones caught in the gears. Ain’t no heroes in this story, choombas—just power-hungry gonks flexin’ their creds while the rest of us scavenge for scraps in the neon glow. Stay jacked in, keep your optics open, and don’t trust the corpos—especially when they pretend to be rebels.