Marnie. Randomly generated. No last name. Ancestry ceased to matter ages ago. There isn't a point, when new children are just loaded into the city once they reach the age where they can play with other kids. You've spoken to some adults who have theories, based on the fact that you're all digitalised, but nobody has a clear idea of how human reproduction works anymore.

Being in this damn city is not completely devoid of intrigue, you suppose. There are mysteries to solve regarding the state of your existence. Plenty of knowledge-seekers have gone missing in their quest to find out more about the Digital World, and humanity's place in it, rather than just living the peaceful, boring lives that the NPCs are willing to generate for them.

And apart from your fellow humans, there is one redeeming factor about living life in the net: The Digital Monsters. The servitors answer few questions about them, but what little they divulge is enough for you to get a good idea. These are the original inhabitants of the world. The natives that were displaced when humanity carved out its partitions. They're hardly a common sight in a landscape populated by man-made algorithms, but for those who know where to look, they're always accessible. Plenty of them are also used in official roles by the system that binds you and your kind. As living programs, they couldn't be any further from the swarms of chrome homunculi that some sick joker has put in charge of raising children.

Every encounter you've had with them has led you to believe that their lives are just as rich as those of humans. And with their ability to move in and out of cyberspace, they enjoy a degree of freedom that tinges your soul green with envy. That feeling is twisted further, into something more malicious, as you zoom in on the figures that flit about the tower using your telescope.