Ranamon then pulled out a small glowing object. It was round like a marble and smelled much if not exactly like Ranamon. Zoe could tell this would not end well for her.
"As you probably know sugar, you and all your friends are data in human form. You're essentially human versions of rookie level digimon," began Ranamon.
"Yes, so?"
"Well one of the greatest things about data is that it can be altered, updated, and improved regularly or at the user's desire. This little virus in my hand is a special program designed to rewrite your data into something more useful to me."
"What will it do?" asked Zoe, beginning to be concerned about what might happen next.
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