Story/Emergency 8-2 (Part1)/Script

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M16A1:Persica!
...
Calling Persica!

Persica: Yeah, I’m here.
Persica: Sorry, I just went to check on M4.

M16A1:Is she… alright?

Persica: Everything’s… going according to plan.
Let’s leave that aside for now. RO didn’t see what you were doing while she was in the database, right?

M16A1:No, I took care of it by the time she came out.

Persica: Really now… how’s your condition?

M16A1:Hmph, don’t tell me… I still have time to change my mind.
Still, I have a question. Take it as a bold suspicion born of an unstable digimind, but can you answer?

Persica: Things being what they are, go ahead.

M16A1:I once searched Griffin’s databases about Lyco’s death. There were 378 reports indicating that he died because of an accident.
Therefore, I can’t understand your obsession with him.
Whatever he did, he’s dead now, so why are you still bothered by him?

Persica: That was because he died in a very suspicious way.
Even if he died, he wouldn’t do so from an accident.
...Therefore, I can’t bring myself to accept that conclusion.

M16A1:Hah, I didn’t think you were so perceptive.
Persica, are you really a researcher?

Persica: I’ve gotten through my share of life and death situations just like you, M16. Survival’s a trick you pick up.
In any case, this is your objective.
The Commander will keep the SF offensive at bay and ensure you can investigate in safety.

M16A1:Investigate the source of… that weird signal, huh...
When exactly did you notice it?

Persica: While RO was in the SF main trunk network and searching for File 7...
I secretly used RO’s neural cloud to do some searching of my own, and I just so happened to download an interesting document.

M16A1:While I ought to remind you that documents from the SF net are potentially infectious...
Hehe, there’s no point saying that now, is there?

Persica: Even RO herself can easily get rid of second-rate viruses like what SF uses, but that’s not the point.
I downloaded that document because it was encrypted in a way that was completely different from the SF model.
Therefore, this is a letter, an invitation that promises to make it worth your while… did you get the coordinates I sent?

M16A1:An invitation… is it?
I’ve been through many battles until now, but I’ve never seen such a spine-chilling invitation.

Persica: What’s the matter? Getting cold feet now?

M16A1:It’s possible that my digimind might collapse… especially now.
...Though it’s a shame that my neural cloud can’t be replicated.
There’s a lot of experience which… I’m afraid I won’t be able to share with M4.

Persica: It looks like... you think of her in everything that you do.

M16A1:Yeah...
All this was to protect M4...
That was the only order you gave me, but also an absolute one.

Persica: I’m glad you still remember.
She’ll wake up soon, M16.
If you move fast, you might still be in time to bid her farewell.

M16A1:Forget it, I don’t have time to say anything...
Let’s just get it over with quickly. Right now… it’s the only thing I can do.