# welcome to the private sector a chilling horribly dystopian phrase one usually uttered by some lizard in a smart suit sitting in an equally smart driverless luxury car with three inch reactive armored plating and doors that close on ir own with a reassuringly commanding thud you get in are handed a brief yet dense form to sign - you know 'just covering all the basics' and bang bob's now you're proverbial korporate near-future cyberpunk overlord uncle and while the pay is spectacular the hours are long - oh and your soul is now owned by what many suspect is an artificial intelligence but hey at least these leather seats are heated on the way /back to the matrix // republic of bob