It's hard to get off of ground level these days. Usual transport lines were severed at various points and now sub-peon Zaibatsus try to contract out legitimate agents into data digging button pusher. The sky is where it's at though. They have highly efficient solar energy panels which fuel the AI-regulated automated biosystem growing in the Sky Gardens & off-planet wormhole trading ring run out the SubOSK facilities so the need to repair tethering to Malkuth Stations is low on it's priority list for survival.
Dusty scrapyards down there, filled with odd replicants, mutants, half-broken robots & cyborg deckers in an ever expanding black market. Diamond drags a cigarette near the street corner, stamping it out with dry, dirty boot on the edge of broken concrete. A swirl of life patterns on the ground - it grows like a virus, language in the mind of earth's crust, population. "Pointless." he thinks to some degree, seeing the symmetry of motion across the city grid. This ground level perspective is terrible if you're playing the Long Game. You are merely a pawn seeing spaces forward. "We're going back to the clouds." says a distant voice in his head.