Frank [he/him, he/him]

People trust the mpd to murder, steal, and torture. The pigs have established trust.

Oink oink oink piggies throw yourselves in the sea of Galilee.

I really enjoyed it! There was alot more going on than I expected going in.

Seconded. Enclosing the commons and doing a little primitive accumulation to actual knowledge. Love when a private corporations own colors, random snippets of genome, common words and phrases, and endless inventions that they’re squatting on to ensure they don’t compete with their own products.

It is unspeakably bizarre to me that people who know how to turn on a computer forgot that Gates is Satan’s personal programmer at some point during the 21st century. I take it as an article of faith and my younger Millennial and Zoomer friends think I’m bullying a nice old man.

Which is funny because anti-communism and anti-unionism were factors in the design layout of the American suburb…

https://www.e-flux.com/architecture/workplace/430312/shelter-against-communism/

Y’all can’t hear it because I built a deep subterranean insulated bunker to protect the local ecosystem from the noice, but I am screaming “I HATE LIVING IN THIS FUCKING NIGHTMARE SOCIETY” over and over and over again, as I am want to do.

That’s not the tragedy of the commons, and that’s not why everyone drives turboencabulators.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicken_tax

It is, I shit you not, a cold war tariff on fucking chickens. There’s some other shit that’s glommed on over the centuries, but the mad-science breeding program to create a pickup truck big enough to swallow the sun started with a stupid trade dispute over chickens between the krauts, the frogs, and the yanks.

OVER FUCKING CHICKENS!

I HATE IT HERE!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicken_tax

Yes.

This is an American suburban. The petite burgerosie living in those houses would shoot your or call the cops to shoot you for walking on their lawns, or run you over with a Ford F 69,000 turbo jumbulator hepta-cab ultra-pickup if you walked in the street.

(this might not be an American suburb. It’s hard to tell. All suburbs exist in a discrete liminal hell dimension)

I don’t care that the GULAG shut down in 1960.

We’re opening it up again.

And we’re putting the monster that came up with this in there, in time out, so they can think about what they did.

Hmm…

On the one hand a plucky band of programmers hacking the system to stick it to the man is pretty cyberpunk, on the other hand nothing about the frame setting is.

I’d say it’s a toss up. It’s a great depiction of a decker hacking the matrix Shadowrun style.