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‘ Idea? Well don’t just keep it to yourself..’ Niccy leaned against the young tyrant’s ‘throne’, fingertips impatiently tapping against his obnoxiously bright choice in shoulder armor. To think, at one point she would have used this sort of opportunity to destroy him– but now the devoted Queen was closer to him than ever. Hmph. In the end, they had the same goal, didn’t they? ‘ You’re right. He’s always hungry. I didn’t…take that into account. But he seems pretty fed up with what he’s got..’
“Think of it this way,” he elaborated, drawing his hands into guileful steeples. “The Digimon --- or at the very least, their data --- that Diaboromon’s eating has lost its taste. Like the first time you try a school meal, it’s repugnant; the more you suffer it, the more bland and forgettable they become.” Unless your name was Ken Ichijouji, the ‘Rocket’ and super-boy extraordinaire whose catering was arranged in luxurious privacy.
“In that same way, our pet’s not gaining anything by digesting stale information that it already knows. What I’m suggesting is, actually, two things ---
One: we find a new, distinct source of data for it to gorge on. And secondly: to do so, we ascend it beyond its current, mundane level.”
If that wasn’t enough of a glimpse into the Kaiser’s warped ambitions, then perhaps the contents upon the enormous, multiple-screened monitor might serve as a suitable presentation. Across the manifest, pixellated panorama was a reconstruction of the city in which they had formerly holed up residence in prior to their official disappearances -- and across the grainy picture were estimations of information in bytes according to each district.
“What I’m suggesting, Niccy, is that we take this whole thing back to Stage Select.”
