Section A-4: The Lower Levels Sept 21, 2020 13:33:25 GMT
Post by D-Reaper Scout on Sept 21, 2020 13:33:25 GMT
So really, the situation the group had was between dealing with the 'knowns' and the 'unknowns' of the situation. Perhaps as they were, even without Connor, they would be able to handle the situation on the floor below - though they would be without the one who was able to reprogram the Machinedramon and the BishopChessmon above.
As for the questions asked to him? Connor would oblige them at varying levels:
”I’ll ask a simple question then. What do you want with this phenomenon if you mean to control it?"
"I can't delve into specifics. But long-term, once I am done 'reprogramming' the base of this tower, you shouldn't see or notice any significant changes to the desert. You can think of it as someone doing 'administrative repair' to the area - if that makes sense." Those last few words made it sound like he was speaking in a more technical sense. Maybe it wasn't a coincidence that the machines were the ones to figure 'this' out first - whatever 'this' even was.
"Speaking of which, are you aware of any possible... 'incidents' outside of the tower itself that the general public don't know about? Like, bystanders being bribed to keep quiet about whatever the hell's going on here?"
"It wouldn't surprise me if such individuals exist - which is why I don't know. I didn't bother investigating the town, as it would risk exposing my presence." It made sense, and really, no member of the group here knew what was happening in the town to begin with.
"How did you shut down that Machinedramon though? Man, that was awesome. Do they have a weak spot that anyone can get to if they know where it is?"
"Well," Connor gave a small smile, "Were it so easy, I would tell you all how. To clarify, all of the Digimon of the tower we've seen up to this point are 'fake' - or, more accurately, you can think of them as part of the tower itself. All I am doing is exploiting the weakness in my enemy's ability to code... hm..." How to explain it to a Digimon? "... You can basically think of it as me guessing your tamer's cell phone password."
Mae, however, opted not to ask a question at all, but to seek the facts by her own means. What would a quick gaze into the future reveal?"But for your first foray, wasn't this rather close, 'Connor'?
The voice that Mae had heard when she had last looked to the future echoed through once more. "Look at you, unable to even speak plainly. If your goal of stability is so noble, then why didn't you share it with the group?"
"Think of it as a matter of scale. If they understood just how powerful the gate was, they might seek to-"
"Use it for their own ends? Without considering the consequences?" The figure continued to chuckle in the darkness. "I wonder if your own goal is sustainable. Or even if it is, maybe someone in this world has a nobler cause..."
Vague, at best, and damning at worst. But as it was, Mae's future sight seemed almost fixated at this point, this conversation, only peeling new pieces of information out of it. Was Mae's ability to see fate trying to guide her, or was she simply rolling the wrong set of dice to actually get an answer?
Future attempts would only bring up this same event, at least for the time being. As it was, the Wizardmon would give a sigh, moving to the front of the group. "It seems we've at least tentatively reached an agreement to keep on going. If I know one thing, I'd rather have someone who can manipulate the tower itself on our side - and this tower can't remain standing, one way or another. Someone durable, take the lead, and we'll follow on the way down..."
The bottom floor.
Connor had that much right: following the ramp down, the group would finally see just what was on the base of the tower. But what they saw here was in complete contrast to the almost sterile environment above: the floor was riddled with thick wires and cords, the walls themselves lined with electrical equipment that blinked with a myriad of almost indistinguishable lights. All of this was hooked to a massive server in the back of the room, to a large screen that parsed and moved with hundreds upon hundreds of lines of Digital Code.
And right in front of it, facing that screen, was a single machine Digimon.
His palms tensed, wires that were hooked to the server retreating to his hands. And, slowly, the HiAndromon turned, facing the group that had just reached the bottom of the ramp.
"... On one front and the next, all the other cities have done is try and meddle in our business..." The HiAndromon almost seemed to growl with anger. "Why can't you lot just leave well enough alone? Get out. None of what happens here concerns you anyway."