The station is an O'Neill cylinder, made from material harvested from the moon and a few near-Earth asteroids, along with a generous dose of handwavium.
Getting to Space Portland requires either a ton of cash or a corporation to sponsor you. While this does mean you'll have a job waiting for you when you get there, this also means that deportation is a possible way to get rid of people who offend the corporations. Remember that.
Space Portland is a fully functional city, which includes agriculture for food, extensive public transport, and plenty of indoor parks--which are being taken over by homeless people.
Which doesn't make a lot of sense. The station is a planned city that has only been in operation for about ten years. It's in space and very difficult to get to. Where do all of these homeless slums come from? Why not just bounce them back to Earth if they're a problem?
Space Portland's infrastructure is being bought out by private interests who are letting it to go shit because it's funny.
The people running the station are all the kinds of milquetoast vaguely racist white men that Ettin hates.
Okay, here's something. The problem with housing and unemployment comes from all the kids who grew up on the station.
Again, this doesn't make sense. What are they going to do, vote themselves largesse? Why not just go back to Earth?
Truly, this place is a cyberpunk dystopia.
And in case you haven't filled in your bingo card yet, all cops are evil. For some reason Space Portland also needs a paramilitary black ops force too.
Again, where is all of this unemployment coming from? How are people sneaking into the station, and why? This is especially bizarre considering that all cops are supposed to be bad guys, so we should sympathize with smugglers and drug dealers?
On to cyberware. Cyberware is either a medical replacement to fix something broken or just because it looks cool. You can get entire prosthetic bodies if you want. The "cyberpsychosis" gimmick of other cybertech games isn't actually a thing, that's just the Man keeping people down.
This argument is particularly dumb. If you have a worker that needs an expensive cybernetic system to replace damaged meat, why not just hire someone else? Are people really that eager to sign up for a lifetime of debt slavery? Apparently they are in Space Portland.
Also, here's some ridiculously whiny bullshit about dysphoria.
"I'm just so dysphoric when I think of myself not having cat ears and neon glowing veins!"
There are also androids in Space Portland for some reason, which are basically the same as regular people, just with fewer rights.
