her avatar over to Carlton's and talks with him; he explains that he just needed a break, and now is feeling ready to give Tibo the attention he needs.
Later on, after she's brought the mascots back from the playground to Blue Gamma's island, Jax tells her about his conversation with Tibo. "Tell him about fun we do time he gone. Tell him about field trip zoo fun fun."
"Was he sad he missed it?"
"No he instead argue. He said field trip was mall not zoo. But that trip last month."
"That's because Tibo was suspended the whole time he's been gone," Ana explains, "so he thinks last month's trip was yesterday."
"I say that," says Jax, surprising her with his understanding, "but he not believe. He argue until Marco and Lolly too tell him. Then he sad."
"Well, I'm sure there'll be other trips to the zoo."
"Not because missed zoo. Sad missed month."
"Ah."
"I not want be suspended. Not want miss month."
Ana does her best to sound reassuring. "You don't have to worry about that, Jax."
"You not suspend me, right?"
"Right."
To her relief, Jax seems satisfied by this; he hasn't encountered the idea of extracting a promise, and she's embarrassingly glad that she didn't have to make him one. She takes comfort in the knowledge that if they suspend the mascots for any period of time, they'll almost certainly suspend all of them, so at least there won't be experiential discrepancies within the group. The same would be true if they ever roll the mascots back to a younger age. Restoring an early checkpoint is one of Blue Gamma's suggestions for customers who find their digients too demanding, and there's been talk that the company should do this with its own mascots to endorse the strategy.
Ana notices the time, and begins instantiating some games for the mascots to play on their own; it's time for her to train the digients in Blue Gamma's new product line. In the years since creating the Neuroblast genome, the developers have written more sophisticated tools for analyzing the interactions of its various genes, and they understand the genome's properties better. Recently they've created a taxon with less cognitive plasticity, resulting in digients that should stabilize more quickly and stay docile forever. The only way to know for certain is to let customers raise them for years and see what happens, but the developers' confidence is high. This is a significant departure from the company's original goal of digients that become ever more sophisticated, but drastic situations call for drastic measures. Blue Gamma is counting on these new digients to stanch the loss of revenue, so Ana and the rest of the test team are intensively training them.
She has the mascots sufficiently well-trained that they wait for her permission before they start playing the games. "All right everyone, go ahead," she says, and the digients all rush over to their favorites. "I'll see you all later."
"No," says Jax. He stops and walks back to her avatar. "Don't want play."
"What? Sure you do."
"No playing. Want job."
Ana laughs. "What? Why do you want to get a job?"
"Get money."
She realizes that Jax isn't happy when he says this; his mood is glum. More seriously, she asks him, "What do you need money for?"
"Don't need. Give you."
"Why do you want to give me money?"
"You need," he says, matter-of-factly.
"Did I say I need money? When?"
"Last week ask why you play with other digients instead me. You said people pay you play with them. If have money, can pay you. Then you play with me more."
"Oh Jax." She's momentarily at a loss for words. "That's very sweet of you."
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After another year has gone by, it becomes official: Blue Gamma is shutting down its operations. Not enough customers were willing to take a chance on the perpetually docile digients. Internally there were many proposals discussed, including a breed of digient that understands language but can't speak, but it was too late. The customer base has stabilized to a small community of