Hi, Dad!
Oh, Melanie!
It's not often that you visit me at work...is something the matter?
Well, actually, two of my friends had something to ask you...they said it was important.
So, the other day something happened with DarkElf. She...uh...
I threw myself into a self-destructive frenzy.
...I mean, that's not wrong, but you could've been nicer to yourself...
Anyway, BarrelJet and I stopped her from doing anything worse, and it looks like this...thingy was put in her.
...I think I have something of an idea. But it's complicated.
I assume you don't know the reason for...well, my appearance.
I mean, I just didn't think to bring it up.
I wish not to be specific, for the sake of all three of you, but put simply, I suffered a severe injury mere years ago.
It had a major effect on my motor functions, but even with rehab it wasn't clear how much it would improve...(or worsen...)...and I didn't want to put such weight on Melanie so early in her life.
Thankfully, I was able to communicate with my Navi, Enemice, through my PET, and we built a prototype neutral interface peripheral. Crude as it was, I saw major improvements using it after rehab.
And knowing what I could do for such hardships - especially with similar advancements in treating conditions like HBD and CWFD* that put greater limits on a person's functions - I further tweaked it into what I called the Unlimited Project†, and it became something of a business.
Business? Sounds kinda...dumb for something that's supposed to help people.
Well, the profit is more an explanation to support it. My priority is still in what my heart says.
...that said, the research needed even in the prototype phase was intensive, and I made some...unfortunate discoveries along the way. This chip being one of them.
You've heard of Dark Chips, correct?
Those chips that make Navis stronger but really mean?
It seems that some people wish to take the corruption resulting from excess Dark Chip use and turn it into a threat of its own. The result is something they call Night Chips. With how fast Dark Chips can corrupt alone, DarkElf was lucky hers was removed when it was.
What? Dad, why would they make something that's only going to make everyone worse??
...I was unsure how much they would make themselves known at the time, but a new organization seems to have formed, under the name of MP4. In terms of motives, the only comparisons that come to mind are groups such as WWW and ROM.
If even one Night Chip is circulating...it's likely deeper plans are already underway.
Oh, I don't think that's what's funny. I find it far funnier how you think you control all the noise in the world! It's completely unpredictable. You merely have partial control over something generated by uncountable sources.
(And one day, your doing will be your undoing. I just have to make sure our undoing doesn't come first.)
Tell me everything you know of this "rank 6".
JammingMan. It's an savage electrical Navigator which uses it's electricity to, as you have likely guessed, "jam" the interface around itself.
Is that all?
Far from it. He has the power to interfere with the network between one's Operator and their Navi, and-- jam the newtork, per se. But only if he makes contact with you.
...To tell you the truth, I myself have avoided fighting head on because of this. But I don't doubt someone of your caliber should hold no concern.
Okay, Omega, THAT is one pretty big deal. We should--
You would be correct in your assumption. This "JammingMan"-- It won't stand a chance.
'Ey, yer gonna wanna watch out for some dude in red n' gray with some pointy glowin' visor. Word on the Net's that he makes EraseMan look like a Sprite.
...ya think I care? The lad was probably born with whatever he be wieldin'. He ain't a survivor like me.
Sure, ya tell yerself that. Can't wait t' watch ya die without a clue if it don't happen to me first.
Nah, he ain't even worth the trouble. If he be sendin' his message and I be sendin' mine, I couldn't care less.
This isn't something you can shrug off, you know! If we're cut off, it's game over.
And THEN there's the fact you just felt the need to announce your presence. He's probably prepared for us.
If by "us" you mean his untimely end, seeing as I'll have reduce this person into a barren wave of code after being through with him.
We're almost there, I can assure you--
You do not assure me. Let that be understood.
...Yes.
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...
....Rrrrgh... The electric current between us and that JammingMan is beginning to kick in... making leading you more different...
Weak. This "JammingMan"... his power output makes his presence in particular child's play to locate.
Heh... it does.
...To tell you the truth, "JammingMan" is in some ways more akin to a Virus than a Navi.
?
Several of them roamed the Cyberealms, all created by the same being for the same purpose: To wreak havoc across the entire Internet... though that song and dance never ends well for anyone who tries.
...I am not "anyone". I am termination. Expiration... And I have no time for song nor dance. I am the abyss. And when those who stare into me look inside... they will soon find themselves swallowed by hellscape.
*respectful clapping*
*respectful clapping*
Speak of the devil... If the sheer magnitude of magnetism isn't forcing me to see things I'm not... I believe that's the one in question in front of us.
...
...Hnh.
...
Straight to the point. I am here to give you a devastatingly tragic death. Give me your rank and it will be much less painful.
Or maybe you could try your luck and see if I feel "nice enough" to let you go. I've already done so three times before.
...
What!?
He just-- gave it up!?
...
...How interesting....
..HOW INTERESTING THAT YOU GIVE UP YOUR ONLY CHANCE AT A MERCIFUL DEMISE!
A fake...
Your ploys are nothing but a fool's errand! I will destroy you and rid reality of your accursed presence!
Oh, boy...
...!
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