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"I'm sorry. I don't know why it's getting to me so badly, it's just-"
<span class="mu-s">"You don't have to explain it. Think of it this way. We're here on a scouting mission, right?"</span>
"Right?"
<span class="mu-s">"So we're going up to these folks and learning about their jobs under false pretenses. Isn't that fake already?"</span>
"Yeah. What's your point?"
<span class="mu-s">"But that doesn't mean we can't have fun, does it? Even if we know it's fake, we can still laugh at these morons while we gather the mapdata."</span>
"I guess you're right... I'll stop being such a sourpuss about it."
The rest of your morning goes a bit smoother once you stop approaching recruiters. You just move from corner to corner, making sure your information is up to date, and memorizing dead ends and rooftop pathways. Because of the varying heights of the buildings, your access to paths is very different from what the online model displayed. You're glad you're finding new data, it'll speed up your navigation later on.
Eventually, you stop to watch the lunch rush. It's utterly explosive.
Thousands of people exit their partitions and move towards servitor-ran restaurants, using their day's salary to afford luxury food items. Others are served by flying drones, who carry piping-hot orders straight into partitions, for those who don't dare to brave the lunch crowd. Despite the streets being absolutely flooded, the gridlock is minimal, just like with the cars. Plenty of salarymen have placed their orders before walking out here, and only need to stop and collect them from kiosks and food trucks.
You try to stop for a taco, but you find it too difficult to make it through the sea of jostling elbows without a clear destination in mind. They all have navigation tools, and know the lay of the land. You don't. Instead, you sit up on a rooftop and observe them, imagining how the streets would look if they were filled with Digimon. Even with Rookies at his disposal, there's no way it would reach this level of density. Battles would probably take place over individual streets, with enemies spaced out and units skirmishing from-
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">BEEEEEEEEEP!</span></span>
A whistle startles you from your thoughts, and your heart plummets as a floating security bot hovers in front of you.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">"Good Afternoon, MARTHA. Please descend from the rooftop. This area is off-limits to non-employees."</span></span>
Luckily, it's just here to scold you for climbing a building. You marvel a little at Doc's encryption suite, and the ease at which it could generate you a fake ID. You used something like it when you took a train ride the last time, and now that you're getting constant ID check requests, it's coming in handy again.
"Sorry."
You climb down the ladder and return to street level, slinking into an alley where the bot won't follow. It flies off after a while, leaving you to wander.
