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FANFIC: "1010" by Allronix

on Sunday, November, 06, 2011 3:52 AM
Title: 00001010

Category: Tron, Tron Legacy, Tron 2.0

Author: Allronix

Summary: 10 shorts inspired by a shuffle meme prompt. Take iTunes (or similar), set to shuffle, take 10 songs and write a short in the time it takes the song to play. References both films, the Tron 2.0 universe, and the fusion of them I have in my head.

Disclaimer: I'm not the Mouse, and I'm not Monolith. I'm just tech support.



1. Alone (Waiting in Limbo) - Dynamix II
Despite what he tells himself, and said to Yori, his identity is still an unknown parameter. He was created by Alan-1 and then forgotten. He was taken to this isolated world by Flynn and given new parameters, new functions. It was a test to see how far a Basic could grow and adapt. He, Clu, and Yori were the vanguard.

But Clu proved how far a Basic could go. Yori, in her own way, did as well. He was captured, broken, and twisted, his own evolution stunted.

When he sighs, it sounds too much like Rinzler's tinny whir.



2. Extreme Ways - Moby
He had always prided himself on keeping an orderly, lawful life. Valedictorian at high school, fifth in his class in college, Eagle Scout, and not even a traffic ticket to his name.

But the rumors were disturbing. Dillinger had all but cut Gibbs out of his own company. Master Control was running unchecked, and Encom had high-level government contracts. In theory, they could be O'Brien and Big Brother years ahead of schedule.

So that's why he was sitting in a dingy arcade with Lora's ex and willing to go along with this wild scheme. His program, Flynn's penchant for trouble, and Lora to keep them from throttling one another.

Lora brandished the keys. "Shall we dance?"

And his "orderly life" fell apart.



3. 18 - Moby
It was really over. Twenty years of waiting, wild theories, and bitterness.

"Goodbye, kiddo."
All that horror and sacrifice, and still no real answers. But the Ducati twists and turns up the Mulholland hills, over to his favorite cliff. Quorra's arms are around his waist, her head on his shoulder.

She is the last thing his father ever fought for. Not him – her. Funny how easy that is to accept, how little bitterness he feels about it. They are the last to hold the legacy, and the first to change the world once they figure out how.

Today isn't the day to change the world. Today is the day to watch a sunrise.



4. Lift Off – Star One
It slowly dawned on Flynn that it didn't just think it was happening.

Video games were lethal here? The friendly guy in the next cage was insurance software? Belief in "Users" was a religion?

Everything was lit up in brilliant threads of neon light, information paths like freeways, ideas and code literally breathing and alive. Yeah, it was crazy and deadly. It was still insanely beautiful.



5. Machine Language – Dynamix II
"Stop executing escape routine!"

Jet was breathing hard, his body moving unnaturally fast as he armed the sequencer. Rolling out of the way of the first disk, he blocked the second shot and sent his own disk firing back at the ICP's head. It struck.

Boom. Headshot. It...he dissolved into voxels.

The Y-amp he'd loaded allowed Jet to jump crazy-high onto a set of moving blocks and keep sniping. He designed these kind of mazes, he didn't fight for his life through them!

He had to find Ma3a, Dad, an exit...




6. Oil – Moby
"C'mon, is that even legal?" Sam shouted.

He dodged the incoming shot and fired back. Don't think - just act.
"Rinzler" was this cross of Darth Vader and Scorpion. All black mask, all moves that were far too fast and too smooth for a human to pull off.

Dodge, duck, fire. From his pod, Rinzler climbed up walls and did flips. The crowd went wild.

"De-rez! De-Rez!"

Fuck you. Sam silently argued with the crowd. Rinzler was still software, and he was going down.

The next shot flew through the air, and Sam almost didn't see it coming in time. He leaned back in what seemed to be bullet time, and the sharp edge scraped his arm.

Blood landed on the floor.



7. Easier to Run – Linkin Park
Once the adrenaline wore off, the implications set in. If Programs were sentient beings, and the world of the computer was just as real as the one he lived in, then what did that mean? To reformat a hard drive was like nuking a city. To delete a program was to take a life.

Every time he had coded a level, every time he compiled a sprite, what was he doing? The ICP programs were just doing their jobs. They were soldiers protecting the system, and he killed them by the dozen – sometimes up close so he could see their faces. Crown, Popoff, and Baza were once humans, and now they...weren't. The official reports said they tried the digitizer and didn't survive it.

Jet knew better. When he closed his eyes at night, he saw the shocking contrasts and eternal night of the System and the lives he had to take.

Is that what you saw, Uncle Kevin? Is that why you ran away?


8. Still Here – Information Society
He hadn't wanted to think about the implications during his first trip into the system. Surrounded by enemies and unarmed, the last thing he wanted to think about was the idea that computer programs were sentient. Because if he dared to think about it that way...

He launched the protocol into cyberspace in a moment of grief. Kevin was dead. Sam was left behind. Jet was in pain, and Lora was dying. It threatened the world three times over. Nuking the digital world so that it would never pose a threat again seemed like a great idea.

But that was before he saw what his protocols were doing. That was before he came to face the Program that honored his face and saved all their lives that night. Alan did not have the luxury of denying it anymore.

This wasn't the world Kevin died in – it was the world he died for.



9. Dream Within a Dream – Dreadzone
The sterile-looking home decorated in bluish-white and overlooking the Outlands was nothing that Lora would have associated with Kevin's style.

The place was trashed, like someone had marched through here with intent to destroy and deface whatever it could. Not knowing what else to do, she started cleaning up the shattered glass...

No, not glass. It looked like glass and felt like it in her fingers, but it was not glass. There was a small apple sculpture in several pieces. She gathered them in her hand and fitted them together, imagining the pieces reconstructing themselves into a whole again.

As if by magic, they complied, and she spun the newly-recompiled object in her fingers, examining her own reflection in the surface.

Getting up and dusting herself off, she placed the apple on what looked like a cup warmer and went searching through the broken remains of the house. Maybe she could put it all back together a piece at a time. Maybe something would make sense after all...

She heard a voice behind her, gravelly with age, but unmistakable. "Hello, Lora."

She jumped to her feet (still surprised her reaction time was that of someone younger) and turned to see the ghostly image of Kevin – much older, much sadder, but still unmistakable.

"If you're hearing this recording, then I'm sorry..."


10. Electric Dreams – Human League
Encom Chairman and Wife Vanish: Suicide Suspected...
Jet put the paper aside. "It's...unnerving to read it. I mean, I know my parents aren't, but..."

"They'll make wise guardians for the system," Quorra said. "Flynn always said they were wiser than he, and he was very wise."

"He learned it the hard way," Sam said with a wry smile. "And while they're taking up for him in there, I'm going to have to change things out here. If...If I'm gonna change the world, then I'm going to need help," Sam admitted, putting his hand out.

Quorra clasped her own around it. "Affirmative."

Jet smiled shakily, then put his own hand on theirs. "I've got your back."

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It's an entire universe in there, one we created, but it's beyond us now. Really. It's outgrown us. You know, every time you shut off your computer...do you know what you're doing? Have you ever reformatted a hard drive? Deleted old software? Destroyed an entire universe?"

-- Jet Bradley, Tron: Ghost in the Machine on why being a User isn't necessarily a good thing.
 
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RE: FANFIC: "1010" by Allronix

on Monday, November, 07, 2011 8:22 PM
Cool! Great as shorts... they feel complete in themselves.

(I'd try it, but there's very little on the iTunes I have on one particular machine at the moment, and while I have a bazillion music-based stories, somehow I don't think I'll find anything Tron-inspired in the Beatles, CCR, or Pat Benatar, lol. Maybe if I could pick my songs.)where to buy abortion pills online an abortion pill buy abortion pills onlinei need to buy the abortion pill abortion pill order abortion pill

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RE: FANFIC: "1010" by Allronix

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RE: FANFIC: "1010" by Allronix

on Monday, November, 07, 2011 9:59 PM
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RE: FANFIC: "1010" by Allronix

on Monday, November, 07, 2011 10:47 PM
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RE: FANFIC: "1010" by Allronix

on Tuesday, November, 08, 2011 5:24 AM
Kat Wrote:Cool! Great as shorts... they feel complete in themselves.

(I'd try it, but there's very little on the iTunes I have on one particular machine at the moment, and while I have a bazillion music-based stories, somehow I don't think I'll find anything Tron-inspired in the Beatles, CCR, or Pat Benatar, lol. Maybe if I could pick my songs.)

Heh. I'm lucky in that I was weaned on synth music and had a bunch of electronica and techno checked off when I fired up the prompt.

I think you might be able to pull a "Rinzler" one from Benatar's "You Better Run." "What you trying to do to my soul," indeed! Some of the slower tracks like "We Belong" could work for a Yori prompt...depending on how you handle her, of course. where to buy abortion pills online an abortion pill buy abortion pills online

It's an entire universe in there, one we created, but it's beyond us now. Really. It's outgrown us. You know, every time you shut off your computer...do you know what you're doing? Have you ever reformatted a hard drive? Deleted old software? Destroyed an entire universe?"

-- Jet Bradley, Tron: Ghost in the Machine on why being a User isn't necessarily a good thing.
 
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RE: FANFIC: "1010" by Allronix

on Tuesday, November, 08, 2011 9:43 PM
J Wrote:
Kat Wrote:Cool! Great as shorts... they feel complete in themselves.

(I'd try it, but there's very little on the iTunes I have on one particular machine at the moment, and while I have a bazillion music-based stories, somehow I don't think I'll find anything Tron-inspired in the Beatles, CCR, or Pat Benatar, lol. Maybe if I could pick my songs.)

Heh. I'm lucky in that I was weaned on synth music and had a bunch of electronica and techno checked off when I fired up the prompt.

I think you might be able to pull a "Rinzler" one from Benatar's "You Better Run." "What you trying to do to my soul," indeed! Some of the slower tracks like "We Belong" could work for a Yori prompt...depending on how you handle her, of course.
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RE: FANFIC: "1010" by Allronix

on Saturday, January, 05, 2013 7:26 PM
I like the third one the best...it's so peaceful. The song sounds great too! Keep it up!
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RE: FANFIC: "1010" by Allronix (New Chapter)

on Wednesday, October, 23, 2013 11:57 AM
1010 Chapter 2



1) Information Society, “Walking Away”
Neither of them got a choice in their destiny. Wasn't that the essential human quality? Well, she wasn't human, but something between synthetic and organic life. And it's not like she could go back. Not any more.

The stories of glittering cities were twisted to nightmares. There wasn't a single Program that showed a shred of decency or goodness. From the thousands chanting on the rectifier in brainwashed unison to the thousands literally cheering for his blood in the arena. Even the great hero of the system was nothing more than digital Darth Vader, held back only by some vestige of old code. The final blow was when his father finally paid for his belief in Programs with his life.

Sam looks out over the water, the SD card in hand, and wonders whether to throw.



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2) Daft Punk, “Nocturne” (T: L soundtrack)
Ma3a has ruled the Encom system since her initialization, successor to Math Assistants One and Two. But she knows she is different. She does not leave her dock, yet she sees; the lights of the districts, the output of system processes, the lives under her care, outward to the Internet and the small portals to the User world. All worlds, all lives, User and Program, connected on many levels, but only by the thinnest of bonds.

Thorne does not attack just her system, he rips the bonds, leaving gaping wounds, corruption, death. She can do little but weep.


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3) Disturbed, “Ten Thousand Fists”
The Uprising began in Argon, a remote and obscure city. It began with an even less distinguished mechanic, just out of beta with all the foolishness that implied.

To remove the head of the leader's statue was not just an act of protest. Because Clu is avatar of the creator, it is an act of blasphemy. No one believes this Renegade is the legend he masks himself as, but they hear the message, that the spark of the Grid's Champion can live on in an anonymous citizen; in someone like them.

Their User has abandoned them. Their avatar is a monster.

They have only themselves.


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4) Linkin Park, “In Between”
A Program's core directives aren't alterable, short of full rectification. Sure, they can take on new functions, assimilate new data, but their primary function never leaves them.

Tessler ordered his troops to evac the city, but Paige “let” her communicator get broken and ran into the streets of Argon to try and save civilians – once a medic, always a medic. How could Clu do this? Wasn't he supposed to be building the perfect system – one without a User's arrogance and blundering ignorance, one by and for Programs?

She curses Flynn for the fiftieth time since reaching the makeshift shelter. The Renegade's last decision gate was to push her out of the way of falling debris. Despite dragging him here, despite her old medic's coding, she could not save him.

She knew all along that the Renegade was that silly mechanic. His last act before de-rez was to place his disc in her hands.

“I trust you, Paige.”

She can't trust herself.


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5) Poe, “Haunted”
It was a terrible life on the run. Things weren't easy before the Purge. The tension was a sharp-bitter taste in the air during those final days. Flynn tried to patch things. He tried to make things right. He was wise and good and wanted best for all, but Clu only wanted a “perfect” system, even if it meant standing alone over nothingness.

Anon found her, escorted her before she knew how to fight, dropped her in the Outlands where she found the Creator and he took pity on her. She insisted on going back, learning to fight. She found others of her kind. For a while in Argon, she and Ada teamed up. Ada was a game fighter, not a top ranked one, but enough to give her a foundation.

Ada died in Argon. Anon died in the Outlands. One by one, the lights were snuffed out. She remained, despite a deep wish to join them. But the Creator demanded she live and learn at his feet. She would change the world, he said.

There is no world anymore. She lives because of the Creator's will.


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6) Daft Punk, “Rectifier” (T: L soundtrack)
The virtual server was a maze of twisty passages and identical corridors with unmarked doors. All along the walls were cells where dozens of people slept in stasis pods.

“What are they doing to these Programs?” Mercury asked. Her rods were out and lit, anticipating trouble.

“Not Programs – Users,” Jet said. “The Wraith are all Users.”

Mercury shuddered. That just made it worse.
“F-Con will launch this thing from a cell phone if they have to. No system will be safe. That's why we need to crash it.”

The com system overhead activated. “You can run all you like across my ship...you can run and run, but you'll only die tired.”
The stasis tubes cracked open and the sound of clattering surrounded them.


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7) Oingo Boingo “Just Another Day”
The war had been going on long before anyone realized it was a war. The opening shot was fired when he was still a young man, all tweed suit and thick glasses. It started when his anger at one too many missing programs, one too many things not adding up led to coding the first independent system monitor.

It escalated with a six-felony night and Master Control turning the building's defenses into deathtraps. Lora had come so close to asphyxiating in the server room when the CO2 blew in through the air vents. He narrowly dove out of the way of a mercenary's bullet (and has a scar on his shoulder that aches when it gets cold). He saw the countdown to nuclear war that was narrowly averted when his software brutally shut the MCP down.

He knows damn well his friend did not crack up and vanish. He knows Ed Dillinger Sr. isn't dead (and best to keep Dillinger Jr in a place where he can be watched). He knows that there are few he can trust (Thorne's betrayal taught him not to trust more). He knows he hasn't seen the last of F-Con or those like them. He can see the pieces, but he cannot see the board.

He knows Sam and Jet will not have a choice other than to join the fight, though. That's why he has to make sure everything is in place for when they do.


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8) Pink “U + Ur Hand”
OK, sleaziest bar in this cesspit calling itself Purgos. Four Resource Hogs thinking they were going to have a hot little interface party with her and the latest rookie.

So what if the latest rookie had a little extra circuitry on her upper left arm? Not a problem as far as Mercury saw. But she did have a problem when the biggest of the Hogs decided to get a little too “friendly.”

Quorra whirled around with a precision strike to the guy's groin circuits – must have picked that up from her User pal, but the guy doubled over nice. His buddies pulled suffusion guns, she and Quorra pulled batons – much better suited in close quarters.

Oh, it was on - just the way Mercury liked it.


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9) Scissor Sisters “I Can't Decide”
In truth, he can't glitching stand Clu. That over-serious killjoy probably would have de-rezzed him a long time ago, when he was a different script and his hobbies were a bit more dangerous. Oh, it's likely Clu knows damn well what he is, and that just makes the game a little more fun and a lot more deadly.

Zues likes his games, and his fun. It's the deadly he'd rather do without.

He gives Clu the red carpet treatment when he comes to End of Line, only sporting. He tries not to seethe too much, tries to tell himself to save that poison he plans to spike the drink with only until the time is right. He tells his DJs to make themselves scarce – it will simply not do for the “Liberator” to know they share a mind due to a failed rectification. He'd hate to lose good talent.

So, when his doorman sends the signal, he straightens his coat, twirls his cane, and forces his finest fake smile. Someday, he'll have the upper hand.

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10) Sarah McLaughlin “World on Fire”
The loss and bitterness was like carrying a heavy hunk of pixel stone for so long that one forgets the weight. There was so much to hate, so much to grieve, so much anger and shame.

Abandoned by her original creator, brought with the others to this new world as a refugee only for the Users to abandon them again. Only to lose her beloved, her friends, her status, her purpose. She sought de-rez for a long time, then accepted her continued existence as a bitter penance.

The tower was rebuilt first. Her robes restored like her faith.

Nothing will restore all of of what was lost. Nothing will make up for the cycles alone and the many names now carved into the Tower's memorial wall as Programs now come – at first in ones and twos, now in groups and in pilgrimages. Many to ask questions and receive a Guardian's benediction. Others come to reach out to each other and their new Users.

Tron puts his arm around her waist and actually smiles. They are a mirror of this world – beaten, torn apart, broken, scarred, rebuilt...but for the first time in cycles, there is hope.

Forgiveness feels better than she expected.

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It's an entire universe in there, one we created, but it's beyond us now. Really. It's outgrown us. You know, every time you shut off your computer...do you know what you're doing? Have you ever reformatted a hard drive? Deleted old software? Destroyed an entire universe?"

-- Jet Bradley, Tron: Ghost in the Machine on why being a User isn't necessarily a good thing.
 
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RE: FANFIC: "1010" by Allronix

on Sunday, April, 13, 2014 4:15 PM

An All Daft Punk edition for today's post...


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1. Doing it Right


It was perfection in its blank slate. Just a bare-bones OS, the laser software, and him.

And on the first day, there was light. On the second day, the land was separated from the sea.

With a deep breath, Flynn breathed in the darkness and potential, seeing the code in his head before it compiled. It was almost dancing creation into existence, a sweeping gesture created an island, separating it from the blue silver of the Sea (junk code and organic matter from the arcade trash). Wave his hand in a long smooth gesture and a wide plain formed. A quick sweep upward and a mountain rose in jagged pixels.

The new deity of the system laughed in joy.


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2. Phoenix
Rinzler hears the crowd, but they are just atmosphere, irrelevant data and noise. He has become perfected in forcing out the noise. It's merely a drumbeat to follow...one...two...three...block, fire, dodge.

The impossible by human physics somersault he performs off the pixel-glass changed the beat of the crowd's cheering momentarily, but he wanted that. Never skip a beat – never a wasted move. One...pull back left hand with disc, throw on two, watch first enemy shatter to nothing on three.

Four, pivot on heel and dice, block. Back to one as the second opponent's disc shatters. He doesn't bother glancing at their distraught face, keeping up the deadly dance as he spins and launches his disc.

The dance is over.


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3. The Game of Love

If he wants to be honest with himself, he still feels he didn't earn his good fortune. He is anything but flashy, flamboyant, and charismatic. In his darker moments, he wonders if she didn't just pick him because he was just the “safe and sane” man who was more interested in fidelity and starting a family. The long separations don't help his doubts, but he loves her too much to hold her back, and she would never think of ripping him from his duties, either. They both owed Gibbs and Flynn that much.



For the third time that evening, he listens to her voice mail, glass of scotch in hand. It's past midnight on the East Coast. She's in for another round of treatments. She wants to stop, to give up. He can't give up on her. It's selfish and painful, and triggered the nastiest argument they've ever had (thank God they never argued like that when their son was small).



“Alan, I'm sorry. It was the pain talking. I'll go back to the doctors again...”


A envelope of folded, yellowed pages from Gibbs's personal notes is stuffed into the back of Digital Frontier; laser data, equations, correction algorithms.



It's their last chance.


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4. Beyond


There is a celebration when Ma3a is returned to her dock. The citadel is lit up in bright colors, the damaged ziggaurats are patched, and bright geometric fireworks explode in the air. Programs toast with glasses of clean energy, and there is once again laughter and celebration.



The Encom system was badly damaged, but it will rebuild, it will be stronger than before. And they have no many to thank for it – some who did not live to see this cycle. Thorne broke many things, but not her people's spark, and more importantly, not their trust or their faith.



As the dock closes around her, he cannot help but feel a pang of sorrow. Her freedom is gone, but her vision is restored.



She can see across the many lines, across the many systems, see the thin and fragile bonds connecting this world with the User one. It is beautiful to behold, indescribable with words or strings.



But she focuses on a dim light far away, a dark system her vision cannot pierce.


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5. Television Rules the Nation


Before him are hordes – a willing army of rainbow circuitry. He stands on a dais at the front, hands sweating, heart racing, and wanting to be anywhere but there. He never thought he would actually wish for a Z-Lot invasion or an incoming raid of DataWraiths.



And he isn't alone – he's just to the right of Uncle Kevin who is all big smiles and wide eyes and grand dreams. Just as youthful as they day he went away (abandoned them?), wearing a big thick cloak like Thorne and gold circuits like Ma3a.



The crowd below is chanting in worship, and Jet can just make out the word.



“Users! Users!”



Kevin slaps an arm around his shoulders. “Isn't this great? Isn't this perfect?”



Jet wakes up from the dream retching.



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6. Face to Face


The four of them are probably unstoppable if they work together, at least by Sam's estimation. Quorra, he trusts, though he hasn't known her long (but running and for your life tends to speed things up). Jet's...changed, but still got the crazy loyalty. Must be a Bradley thing. Mercury is the closest to a wild card (she's a Program, after all, and they do not think the same way as humans), but so far so good.



So, when faced with yet another lightcycle arena in yet another cesspit of the system, he's feeling pretty good about his odds. The opposition is a bunch of Resource Hogs – lots of bluster and brute force, but the brains of a rock.



His cycle speeds in tandem with his team, and when Jet and Quorra speed off opposite directions to corral the Hogs, Mercury flashes him a big grin.



“Try and keep up,” she teases before gunning the engine.


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7. Solar Sailer (Ki:Theory Lay Our Bodies Down Remix)


It's End of Line.



Grimly they ride to the battlefield, cycles in tandem. How often as kids did they pretend they were doing exactly this, ten speed bikes becoming lightcycles in their minds?



Reality is a bitch.



There are scores of desperate, angry, corrupted Programs and who knows how many DataWraiths waiting for them. Leading it all is Master Control 2.0 himself. At stake is the fate of two worlds; interconnected, interdependent, and yet one is too much of a secret from the other.



But their enemies can no longer count on their sorrow and division.



They are Users, and united. And Master Control will pay.

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8. Revolution 909



It's a flagrant violation of curfew by the citizens of Argon, probably triggered by the Jolly Tricksters gang and that damned Renegade. The epicenter of it is on Center Street, packed wall to wall with lightcycles and transports. Bands play music as people dance in the street under the headless statue of Clu. (no one bothered to recompile it, and Tessler actually likes that monstrosity headless, though he'll never admit to it).



His jets are in a flyby pattern, tanks at the ready. He could crush this with a single word and he knows it. But as the Renegade's popularity is proving, an iron grip will only cause the city to continue slipping through his fingers.



“Shall we destroy them, General?” Pavel's sneer manages to transmit through audio. It's impressive, actually.



Tessler sighs. My administrator, right or wrong conflicts with guard the citizens yet again.



“Not for now,” Tessler says. “We wait.”

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9. Something About Us


They were bundled not by chance, but by decree of their Users. It means they didn't know each other at all before they were made into a unit. At the time, it seemed arbitrary and illogical. And even after their forced bonding, they were thrust into battles and resistance.



Being bundled to a system monitor can't be easy for her. She went from a peaceful life compiling simulations to sneaking in alleys, eavesdropping on important conversations, sabotage and illegal power reroutes. Yori insists she's fine with it, but Tron sees her exhaustion. As she crashes to sleep mode in exhaustion, he is still awake and too alert.

He praises the Users for compiling her and for her presence in his life.

He questions the Users for why they chose to put that burden on her.

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10. Harder Better Faster Stronger



Fighting through a ship full of rectified Programs? Been there, did that

Fighting through a ship full of DataWraiths? That was Jet's department, not his.

Fighting through a ship crammed with both? Yeah, that was going to be a problem.



The girls had a higher kill count so far. He knew why Quorra had to be so quick and lethal. Mercury actually laughed as she was fighting, lashing out with quick strikes of her shock rods, sweeping the legs out from an ICP, doing a backflip off one of the walls (Was she taking lessons from Rinzler or something?!) before stabbing a shocked Wraith in the back and taunting the rest to charge her.



Jet's strikes were slow, and he was working some kind of mojo on Mercury and Quorra to mitigate wounds while Sam channeled whatever User power he had into making his strikes harder and faster.



Tank, two DPS, and a healer. Well, shit. This really was a bad video game.



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It's an entire universe in there, one we created, but it's beyond us now. Really. It's outgrown us. You know, every time you shut off your computer...do you know what you're doing? Have you ever reformatted a hard drive? Deleted old software? Destroyed an entire universe?"

-- Jet Bradley, Tron: Ghost in the Machine on why being a User isn't necessarily a good thing.
 
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RE: FANFIC: "1010" by Allronix

on Monday, April, 14, 2014 6:23 AM
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