"It is integral that we return all digital organisms to registered conservation zones, in order to avoid accidents that may lead to human casualties, and to preserve their continued existence. For this, we need your cooperation. We have one final question. Do-"

You pull your furniture back in your inventory and start walking South, back to the station. The servitors watch you walk away. You glance back, but they aren't following. There's no detainment protocol activating, so you assume these park rangers haven't registered you as a hostile.

"Fine! I'll just go back to the city, if you're going to ruin the whole trip! Useless hunks of junk. I hope your servers all crash."

"Have a good day." It says.

You turn back, and to your utter horror, you see the bots scanning the area with their light lattices. If there are fragments of Phascomon's data left behind, they'll spot them. You're so far in that you can't outrun these robots. And sure enough, Cargodramon soon turns towards you. You begin to sprint, even though you know it's impossible to beat its speed.

"Hello, Marnie. We have made a discovery."

The bot calmly hangs off the rope, calling out to you as Cargodramon flies overhead. It dangles beside and above you, its expression still placid.

"It appears that, despite your lack of notice, a digital lifeform was present within your plot. Please be aware that-"

You try to speed up, but it only prompts the Digimon to accelerate in turn, putting the rope back in front of you.

"-selecting a plot this far away from other residents brings with it a minor risk of unforeseen incidents. Please always camp with a buddy and partner, and do inform the ranger station if you experience any encounters. Do you require a checkup to-"

"Okay! I get it! I still didn't see it, leave me alone now!"

Satisfied, the Digimon slowly pulls the rope upwards and returns to the station, leaving you behind. You feel weak in the knees. They didn't catch you after all, thanks to the assumption that Phascomon was just rummaging around your camp. They're not here for you.

"Holy hell, that was close... Marnie, you alright? You look white as a Bakemon."

"I'm fine. I'm fine. Let's just go home..."

You immediately activate your program again, spoofing your identification code so you can book a train ticket. The last thing you want is for them to stop you at the station one more time for questioning or a safety warning.

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