OK, plan. Ummmm, plan. Plan, plan, plan. Man, I wish I'd put a tracker on Harpo...

[a loud whirring sound is audible as Tweaker overclocks his AI engine]
[drives over to TF] Tron Fanatic, let me see your map. Where are we--and where's that base--relative to our objective?

[comment]Doing this a little different...[/comment]I woke up on the floor, and my AI felt a little worked out, but otherwise I felt ok. I looked up and saw two programs standing over me, they looked red and wore hoods and carried large rods. I got onto my knees and started to get up, when one of the guards touched me with the rod. it felt unusual, unlike a standard rod primitive, it felt extreey concentrated, rather then broad like a rod primitive. "Get up" the first guard motioned to me. I stood up, carefully, and saw I was in a small hexigonal type room, with only one door leading down a hallway. the two guards led me out and down a sparse hall, it looked like the plae was low on energy, that it had been running for possibly thousands of cycles. "So," I asked, "um, who are you guys?" I didnt think I'd get a response, but the second guard responded. "SSE. System Security Enforcers." "ah." we continued down the hallway and reached a large door that looked like it had been forcefully derezzed open. the first guard pressed a button and the large door opened, and the guards led me in. inside there was a set of curving steps, with several calculators running a buch of control panels jury-rigged onto the staircase. in the center of the room stood a tall figure with a helmet reading displays. he turned and looked toward us.
Comander:"is this the Purple?"
One:"Yes. commander."
the Commander looked at me for a moment, then picked up my mesh, which was resting on a archive bn.
Commander:"Who are you? and what is this... advanced weaponry?"
Harpo:"My name is Harpo989. and that is a profiler."
Commander:"What kind of a bit do you think I am? you derezzed one of my men with this thing, and I want to know what it is."
Harpo:"it's called a mesh."
Commander:"ah, 'Mesh'... you know, we have analyzed your subroutines, and we found one that resembles powerful code... how did you get it?"
Harpo:"I work for fCon. it's my job to steal that sort of thing."
Commander:"fCon? explain."
Harpo:"fCon are the ones who developed the technology for rezzing users from-"
Commander:"blastphemy! this purple is a user-beliver! derezz him!"
One:but sir, only he knows about his subroutines..."
Commander:"You're right. Take him back to his room. hold him there until I decide his fate."
the Guards grabbed me and dragged me back to the cells. Then I realized that if they thought I belived in the users, then I was as good as bit-data...

Harpo was resting in his cell, when suddenly he thought he felt something. He sat up, tense all of the sudden.
SSE One:"what's the problem, script?"
Harpo:"I thought I felt... a ping."
SSE Two:"Impossible. we keep an encryption algorithim in place to keep you religious nuts from chatting with outsiders."
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Well I would say that way ::: points to an interesting structure on the horizon ::: but there's a huge mass of tanks, cycles, and fanatical programs blocking our way, so I suggest this canyon to our left. Should take us around the heavier fighting.

Strange... that wasn't on the map. Oh well. Hold up there, I think I have an easier way of making a bridge...

::: swivels the tank turret, aims it at the canyon wall, and fires multiple times. with each hit, large chunks of the canyon wall break off and plummet into the energy pool with a huge splash. slowly, the pile of material begins to create a land bridge along the edge of the canyon :::where to buy abortion pill http://blog.bitimpulse.com/template/default.aspx?abortion-types buy abortion pill online

Umm.... oops... well I thought with all the stuff already getting blown up nearby, nobody would notice time to see just how fast these things can go!

::: takes a quick shot at the scripts on top of the canyon as he goes to full throttle, bounding over the makeshift bridge like a monster truck running over a line of cars :::
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/// system-wide freeze initiated - awaiting unpause command from tweaker.User ///

I was trying to go into sleep mode, but it seemed like even nanocycles crawled by...
SSE One: "Move out, script."
Harpo: "Huh?"
SSE One: "Move out."
I reluctantly obeyed, and was marched by the guards down the hallway. we reached the command center, and walked right by it. we continued to move until I could hear the faint sounds of derezzing Uh oh... this doesn't sound good... Then they took me over to a small alcove and made me stand in it.
SSE One: "Clear."
suddenly I felt my code break apart and reorganize with the familiar feeling of rezzing in. as the glowing rezz-in lines dissapeared, I saw a large grid streched out before me, then felt something round appear in my hand.
[sys_message: "You captives of war will be racing for the entertainment of the Commander. this will be a fight to deresoution. the winner will be offered the position of SSE. if he refuses, then he will experience deresolution as well.
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I bent over as a red light cycle rezzed in around me, and took off down the grid. I looked around and saw four blue cycles flying down the grid towards me. Hmm... resourse hogs light cycling? wierd... I went head on at the first cycle, and quickly turned right, running neck in neck against a blue cycle. he tried turning right to block me off, but I turned with him. he turned right again. then, almost too late, I realized that he was boxing me in. in a desprate move, I turned right a moment before him and immidiatly turned left. as the cycler turned to his right, he founbd himself barely a gridbug away from my trail.
[sys_message:"Joey[X]382.zip has derezzed."]

Two down, two to go... I raced toward the third cycler, heading at full blast. but this one was more clever thn the others. As he bore down at me, I turned expecting for him to follow suit, but he pulled two-turn and then raced whead off of his own trail. uh...
(At the command center...)

Commander: "No! I want the Tank drivers honered here! then you can start the Midis."
Bit: Yes.
As the Bit flew off one of the SSEs quickly ran up to the commander.
SSE Four: "Sir. the guests are arriving."
Commander: "Excellent. is everything ready?"
SSE Four: "Yes, except one of our best cycle scripts was just derezzed on a practice grid."
Commander: "What? by who?"
SSE Four: "That newcomer, Harpo989."
Commander: "Then he's obviously good. rezz him to the main grid and get them ready. once the guests arrive you can announce the cycle scripts that will be competeing."

(back with Harpo...)

The blue one had me. I was boxed in and was out of room. I figured I might as well get it ver with, but right before I hit the trail... I rezzed out. then I rezzed back in in a game grid buffer with a few other programs, a few oddly colored guards, and several resource hogs.
[sys_message: "Your script names will be announced and then you shall compete for the right to be a guard of the Residuum. It would be an honor for you to win, so you should compete well. Wait for our command and then you shall rezz onto the grid."]
(and the party gets underway...)