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After the leg question is settled, the two of you make a bit of small talk. Squid, just like you, got sick of the city at a young age. She started pulling back the veil of normalcy and peeking into 87O's inner mechanisms when she was just a kid. She doesn't hold that same malice towards the bots, though, finding them almost as interesting as Digimon. Before she can talk about them at length, the Virtual Machine beeps, and all three of you look towards the finished bombs.
"What a beaut!" She declares, as she picks one up and hefts it onto a table. It's about the size of a backpack, and when you approach, you feel a sort of static current. The contents are straining to break free. It looks heavy; having this attached to your back would slow you down, and it certainly can't fit in your inventory. You'll need to use your smuggling partition, and since you haven't revealed it to Wind or Squid yet, you'll have to wait till they're not looking before you create one.
Her voice takes on a more serious tone once you're close enough to touch it.
"Marnie... From now on, no messing around, okay? These aren't toys. One wrong move and our precious base is flooded. I'm going to go over everything you'll need to do regarding them now. You ready?"
"Just a few questions first... How exactly did you create something like this? I thought they were a myth."
You try not to make eye contact, focusing on a spot above her forehead instead. In your peripheral vision, you see her grin, and her eyes take on a wicked gleam from behind her goggles.
"We're in a sewer, silly! A Zipbomb needs to have too big a capacity for a partition to handle once it's decompiled. So where's a better place than the spot that all trash flows into?"
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">"It's going to stink real bad once it goes off, though... I wish there was a less gross way to do it."</span></span> ToyAgumon whines.
That's the secret behind it. All of that meaningless junk is crushed into this relatively small object, ready to burst out. ToyAgumon is having the same reaction as Phascomon regarding junk data. You suppose that to them, data itself carries far different properties than it does for humans. You can only comprehend it as code that serves a purpose, while to them, it's something that gives life itself.
"Is there any chance of it going off while I'm handling it?"
"Yes. If it’s damaged by an attack. But there’s no chance of accidentally activating it apart from that, it needs you to access the interface before anything can happen. I made it real easy to use!"
She begins showing you the process. It uses the same green and black window that her custom teleporter did. Activating it is a simple affair. There’s a button to set a fuse, and a clock displaying the ideal time the bomb is meant to detonate at.
Once you’ve been taught how to activate it, she moves on to the mission parameters, leaving additional bomb precautions for later. She makes you step away from it while she talks.
