The world did not end. It got expensive, unstable, and quietly rearranged around the people who could afford to stay insulated from the consequences.
Private capital filled what the states couldn't. Your ISP, your healthcare portal, the search engine that decides what's true — most of them answer to a short list of names, running on a short list of networks, indexed by a short list of databases.
You lost your job in the last round of automation. There is an underground out there — co-ops, grey-market clinics, journalists still filing, communities organizing around what the corporate market decided wasn't worth serving — and they could use someone who knows how the machines work.