>You're SPITEFUL. Quite frankly, you don't care. Your weariness with this place has turned to outright hatred at some point. All these negative feelings boil within you, making you act unwise, but with a sense of unquenchable passion. Let them come, what's the worst they could do? You're going to grab this Digivice and saunter out of here without a care. (Hard, unlocks alternate Digivolutions.)

After watching another human get whisked off in front of you, how can you feel anything but hatred towards these machines? Towards this system? Bitter anger fuels you as you seize the Digivice, quickly stashing it in your inventory without even examining the screen. The incessant beeps are silenced in an instant. Something immediately feels wrong, however. There's a strange sense of queasiness radiating outwards from your core. You do your best to ignore it, as you depart the scene of the crime without even bothering to cover up your tracks. You'll change your own fate, whatever came before no longer matters.

Your destination is clear. You can't deal with an item like this on your own, you need an expert Code Cracker to give you the rundown on it. And as luck would have it, you're well acquainted with one. All your .apps of varying legality come from a Cracker who's been doing this for longer than you've been in 87O. As soon as you're far enough from where you found your prospective lifeline, you break away from the dingy alleyways and emerge onto the streets. Any pursuers will be using scanning tools, and if you're alone, they'll find you even faster. You go in a straight line, almost daring the servitors to seek you out. That haughtiness is dampened slightly once you look back and see a swarm of them descending on the scene you've since left behind.

The beeping renews itself when you're halfway to your destination. It catches you off guard at first, prompting you to whirl around and look for whatever program is trying to strike you down. It manifests as a vibration that passes through your whole body, like the ring of a phone. Only, it ought to be completely suspended. It's supposed to be nothing more than bits of code in your inventory, so how is it still able to influence the outside world?

Several passersbys turn to look at you, and you place a hand over your mouth to stifle the beeps that are escaping from within. The purplish light of the electronic lamps cast a spectral glow on all of your faces, hiding your embarrassed flush as you continue your trek towards the Cracker's base. You have no choice but to chalk it down to a quirk of the Digivice. You haven't even had the opportunity to examine it yet.