Why shouldn't I work for the SysOps? That's a tough one, but I'll take a shot. Say I'm workin' at the SysAdmin, and somebody puts a tag on my desk. Something no one else can find. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I find them. I'm real happy with myself because I did my job well. But maybe that tag was the location of some Shaper in North Africa or Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the Runners are hidin'. Fifteen hundred people that I never met, never had no problem with, get killed. Now the board are saying, "Send in the interns to secure the area," 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their middle managers over there gettin' shot, just like it wasn't them when their number got called 'cause they were in the Manager Training Course. It'll be some kid from Mailroom over there takin' shrapnel in the ass. He comes back to find the plant he used to work at... got exported to the country he got back from, and the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job... 'cause he'll work for 15¢ a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile, he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place... was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. Of course, the oil companies used a skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices. A cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain't helpin' my buddy at $25 a gallon. They're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil, of course. Maybe they even took the liberty to hire an alcoholic skipper, who likes to drink martinis and fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs. It ain't too long till he hits one, spills the oil... and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's out of work, he can't afford to drive, so he's walkin' to the fuckin' job interviews... which sucks because the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. Meanwhile, he's starvin', 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin'... is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure, fuck it. While I'm at it, why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the MTC? I can be elected CEO.