Zuck's brain will eventually get hacked and midway through testifying before congress, he will suddenly start speaking Mandarin. His eyes will glow red and milky cyberbiotic fluid will pour out of his mouth as members of the Senate furrow their brows and wonder if the party's really over. Unfortunately for all of those involved, this will not take place during a closed hearing, this shit is televised and the networks have only a few seconds to recognize what they are seeing and go to damage control with the reflexes of a cat on meth. Their excuse will be "food poisoning" and will inadvertently blame a locally black-owned business who doesn't even make food according to tha Zuck's strict cyborg dietary requirements. Smelling blood in the water after being alerted though his ear implants, Jack Dorsey leaves his zero gravity tantric nude yoga enema session to usurp the throne of Zuck. Drones hover outside the bulletproof windows of his remote compound, and when he notices the kale in his garden has been vaporized, he knows this is not an idle threat. "This must really be my chance" he whispers to himself, as his Tuesday lover, a Bosnian model named Dajana sprawled on the bed beside him speaks five languages, but not a lick of English, as determined by algorithm. Closing the shades and turning the lights off provides only momentary relief as he hears the front door to his expensively barricaded home slam shut. Jack looks in the mirror, and sees Dajana's eyes glowing red.