I've had another dream of the 2030 /gq/ meta it came to me while I was sleeping on the bus to my 2:30 AM shift at the guard shack behind Mcdonalds watching homeless people fuck and A2 sitting on his phone playing candy crush.
>1. Surveillance becomes so pervasive that everyone is known every place they are. The "overworld" now has no privacy.
>2. Those in the know regress their technology to before all the backdoors and hardware-level call homes were around. Pentium 4 windows 95 desktops brah.
>3. Based men use cassette players to record messages encoded using code words and one time pads, transmitted on foot by runners in thermal ponchos.
>4. They waddle in the tunnels, risky business but it brings in the money.
>5. No thermal poncho means no survival. X-ray scopes are real and the majestic twelve assassins can see your thoughts.
>6. Men speak of the tunnels in hushed tones. You must do a favor to get a favor and to do a favor you must curry favor with the rat king.
>7. The tunnels connect all structures and all real men.
>8. There's even a gym in the tunnels. comfy shit man.
>9. Yet in the tunnels men drive themselves nuts. In far-away echos they hear infographic anon and that other guy yell about whether the Hesco 4805 has a boron suboxide or pure boron strike face and how that makes a difference against tungsten heavy alloy 7.62x54 made in small batches deep in a siberian lair. All ten bullets, because one of them may be somewhere.
>10. Everyone shits ass and nobody has immodium.
>11. life sucks.