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As you walk away from her, you see a swarm of hungry recruiters further down the street, each with their own clipboard and uniform. You speak to Phascomon while they're still out of earshot.
"I'm not like them. I can't spend nine hours spinning wheels, or matching gems, or doing whatever lame little challenge they've been told keeps the City afloat. We've seen the actual code, right? We know it's bull."
<span class="mu-s">"I know, I know. I'm just saying... Can't you treat it as something you do for Credits anyway? I'd want to play with the gear thing. It looks like Solarmon! And you're telling me there are other types?"</span>
"You're about to find out." You say, as the first of the swarm hits you.
"Hi! I saw you stopping earlier. Would you be interested in hearing more about-"
"Sure..."
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After sitting through your second recruitment pitch, you notice the streets getting significantly sparser. Most of the workers have entered their buildings to begin their shifts. There are a decent amount of snack booths being manned by servitors, and you feel antsy about having too many of them watching. Still, you're in the mood for a coffee, which the Digivice can't make. You stop by one and pay using a handful of credits the recruiter gave you for finishing his tutorial.
<span class="mu-s">"I liked the one where you had to finish the wire patterns. The gem one though- wow! Did you see that combo?"</span>
Phascomon is overjoyed, which is pissing you off a little bit. You know you should feel glad that he's having a good time, but he's just having too much fun with this trivial stuff. You can't bring yourself to enjoy any of this. It's over-the-top, meaningless, and despite both of those facts, it's touted as a key experience for living in 87O.
The rest of the recruiters have caught on to the fact that you're looking for a job. As you sip your coffee, they begin to swarm you.
"Good morning! Martha, was it? Overheard you mentioning it. I'm-"
"Oi! I had eyes on her first. Go back to your numbers."
"Huh? How dare you!"
The brewing argument is a lot more interesting than the actual games, so you take another long chug of your sweet drink and smirk at your Digivice.
"I'll have you know, stock speculation is FAR more important than your stupid lights. You think you could afford your nice suit if the price suddenly shot up?"
"Hmph. If it's more important, what's with your building height? Or is it just YOUR company that sucks?"
The light-fixing man sneers, while the balding stockbroker pushes up his glasses and seethes in rage.
"Oh, please. Sure, we can't do without either. But you know what's more important. Virus busting."
A brawny man with a backwards cap waves his clipboard around. That's the first one to actually get your interest.
"Viruses?" You ask.
"You heard me, little lady! So, how about it? Wanna find out more about what we do? I'll tell these chumps to take a hike."
You shrug.
"Sure."
