News - March 6, 2025

Listen up, choom. The streets are buzzing, the datastream’s lit up, and the top-tier corpo rats—Trump and Musk—just pulled some serious shady ops. Yesterday, the Orange Gonk-in-Chief scribbled his sig on an executive order targeting Perkins Coie, that law firm tangled in the Steele dossier that painted him as a Russian bot before his first crash and reboot. He yanked their security clearances, not for national security—nah, just straight-up revenge, flexing his power like a bloated cyborg desperate to prove his firmware’s still relevant. And that ain't all—he threw down a one-month pause on tariffs against Canada and Mexico. The market? It flatlined, dumped into the gutter like last week's cyberware scraps. Trump? He don’t care. The gonk keeps grinning while the plebs scavenge for credits.

Meanwhile, Elon ran his mouth at some corpo drone-fest, pushing the idea of privatizing the U.S. Postal Service and Amtrak. Called Amtrak a "sad situation" while waxing poetic about China’s bullet trains. Translation? He wants the transport grid locked behind a paywall, turning public infrastructure into another walled-off corporate playground. The meatspace gets more fractured, rural zones left to rot while the elites zoom past in their orbital joyrides. But Elon ain't done—five senators just pinged the DOJ to jack in and scan his shady code. The charge? Greasing palms and using his backdoor access to Trump’s regime to pressure advertisers into crawling back to X, the necrotic husk of Twitter. Federal ethics laws? Corporate overlords like him treat ‘em like outdated firmware—ignore and overwrite.

And if all that wasn’t enough of a glitch, Musk’s big Starship joyride turned into a mid-air meltdown. The eighth test flight went up in flames, engines choking out over Florida and the Bahamas before it disintegrated. Another high-budget scrapheap raining down on a world already drowning in corpo failures. So listen up, netrunners—jack in, trace the data streams, and burn through the lies. The grid’s alive with corruption, and it's up to us to black ICE these gonks before they lock the system down for good. The neon jungle doesn’t need more corporate overlords—we need runners in the trenches, chromed and ready to carve out freedom from the cracks. So what’s it gonna be? Plug in or get left behind.