Liquid crystals beaming brands
Against a skyline scraped by buildings and
A strand of sand whizzing by the gentle hand
Of the waves that slowly cleanse the land
Of sins forgotten
Some say this place is rotten
But it's the only home that I've ever known
Basked in washed-out neon tones
Structures of stone shall mask the unknown
Graphite colored streets gridded neatly
Edged by walls of grease and graffiti
Plots of land of where the palm trees sway
Next to the alleyways in decay
Reflected screens in serene puddles
Disturbed by trucks exiting tunnels
Splashing pedestrians of the evening
My city stays living and breathing
(breathing)
San Secuestro: where the dregs and best go
To seek fortunes in escrow
Most rob, cheat and steal for their nest, though
The rest process the echo
(echo)
I process the system, the network
Propagating data for hire - a true expert
Corporate interests keep the lights on
Coding up the dirt in Python
(Python)
Well its another balmy evening in San Secuestro, 78°
With another light drizzle expected tomorrow morning
In business news the five major telecom carriers have successfully petitioned for their merger
Electing to go under the name "The Syndicate"
The CEO of the newly-formed entity, Nice Guiman, has personally ensured his company's pledge to unregulated and unrestricted Internet
Even though his company now has an effective monopoly
Controlling over 85% of wired and wireless communications in the country
One can only hope the hard-fought battle for this merger
Which required extensive lobbying by multiple telecommunication and special interest groups
Will not adversely affect the average consumer in pricing and usage
Here's Brandon with sports
Beneath this silicon paradise
Is an underground that we founded on rights
Cryptographic ciphertexts
And undernets in this wild-wild west
Keeping the faucet of information
Unobstructed by most complications
Swapping source code data methods
Keeping our trade extra-protected
While this city sleeps we defend
Every bit of these bits that we send
Behind benign hosting we run blind
Anonymous VPNs and cold lines
Hit paths and tumbled reassembled
Shot back through our data temples
Catastrophe is not coming, its here
San Secuestro: the point of the spear
Welcome to San Secuestro
Writer(s): Bryce Case
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