With the hit to your finances, you move on to camping goods. There's an outermost ring of the city where the ground turns into flattened terrain, and hab-units are banned completely. It's the closest thing to wilderness 87-O has. The outskirts lack wild Digimon, nor is it anything like the scenic vistas you've seen in your book. That fact was made very clear to you during an old school trip. Now, with the data traces visible within your goggles, you might be able to confirm or deny that for yourself. It's still very much a part of the city, especially with the absolute and inviolable barrier at the edge of it, and the blue fog beyond where the map ceases to exist.

That doesn't stop the mall from trying to advertise it as an 'outdoor experience'. Some people eat it up, packing their bags and tents and heading out to the border to spend the night. The absolute lack of worldly conveniences drives people home immediately, but you've heard of a notable few who have taken to living long-term there.

You stop in front of the department store. Self-sufficiency is an important part of this camping concept, so it should have plenty of practical goods. You walk past the folding furniture items and simulated bonfires. Many of these are meant to be portable, and are exceptions to the rules that prevent users from placing furniture down on the street. You look at a series of handheld lamps, and add them to your electronic cart. Light sources are easy to procure, and very useful. You get a few chairs too, and a handful of props that resemble overgrown shrubs. You also throw in a tent for good measure. By the time you're done procuring camping gear, you've ended up in front of the bathroom section.

Shower, bathtub, sink, mirror. You wave a hand in front of the mirror, wondering how much it would be to get one. Surely it would have lots of uses, but you're forced to abandon that train of thought once you recall what another Cracker told you (a non-Doc one). The way you understood it, there's actually no such thing as a mirror. That tidbit has been irrelevant to you for a whole sixteen years, till now.

Pretty much all mirrors are actually screens and cameras at the same time, which capture and render an image of the world before them. That means it requires processing power of its own. You can't apply that to an object on the fly, so it's more of a challenge than it seems. You explain this issue to Phascomon when he asks you why you've been staring into a mirror for several minutes.

"What about Chrondigizoit?"

"Oh? What about it?"

"It's the basis for metal data, right? That's what the bots use to make their bodies."{/b]

"Right."

"So if it's a 'real' material, unlike all the stuff humans coded when you set this city up, maybe it has properties of its own already."

You nod. It's an interesting theory. Maybe you can examine it further in the future, but it's low priority. You move on to other items you can make use of.