| Kat Wrote:Or even better, you know "God" as just a regular dude, really. Plus you feel like an old-timer since you're the only one who came from a completely-different system. While everybody on this system is tripping around doing nothing and going to the club and playing games, you remember a time when everybody had to actually work, and you had to fight your ass off for freedom, and the "games" got you killed*... Talk about not feeling like you fit in... |
He definitely stands apart from everyone else on the Grid. Another reason I imagine him being close to Flynn, too. Flynn's the only person there who remembers the Encom server, even if he was only there briefly. I can imagine Tron trying to describe his old system to other programs on the Grid and getting blank looks in return...
| Kat Wrote:*Makes you wonder how he may've felt when Flynn re-instituted the Games, if Flynn did and it wasn't just something Clu did later. I mean, sure, they're not lethal now, but would you feel like the fact that you once knew them as a way of essentially getting rid of dissidents means it's a bit too flip to make them just something done for fun? On the "old system," were the games EVER just fun and then changed by the MCP, or were they always nothing but death-matches and Tron had never known them by any other definition? Imagine if you moved somewhere else and they were like "Oh, cancer and war? Nah, they're not lethal, they're just something we do because we enjoy it." But to you, the entire definition of those things is that they're terrible and miserable and fatal... how would you feel about treating them so lightly? |
That's an interesting question. On the one hand, I can see how Tron might feel that this trivializes the Games as he remembers them. On the other hand, I've always felt that Tron was the type of program who likes a good challenge and enjoys testing his skills against others. Flynn's version of the Games gives him (and other programs) a nonlethal venue in which to do just that. I can imagine Tron enjoying these kinder, gentler Games, but having the odd moments of reflection where he feels a bit funny about it all, and is struck by just how long ago and far away his old life on the Encom server feels.
That also makes me wonder how things looked from the other side of the screen when someone was playing Space Paranoids or what have you. Were those games fatal, too? I'm imagining programs chosen to fight against a User being honored beforehand like ritual sacrifices, with the greatest honor of all being reserved for the pilots of the vehicles to be "controlled" by the User himself. Those are the ones who would "hear" the voice of the User giving him orders - "Turn left. Forward here. Move the barrel up and to the left. Now fire!" - similar to Clu hearing Flynn's commands while aboard his tank in the first film. Touched by a divine presence, in other words.
(Alternately, all those battles could be nonlethal for all programs involved, and after the User's done playing, they just dust themselves off and go on down to the local bar to hoist a pint of energy.)
| Kat Wrote:I think that's worst, though, is knowing that users can rez in and such. And you know your user-friend knows YOUR user. Yet your own user has never come to meet you, never shown any interest in doing so, etc. I wonder how Flynn explained that to Tron. "Well, dude, y'know, I just never bothered telling your user that you exist, man..." |
If Flynn
didn't give Tron an explanation, I can only imagine how abandoned he must feel. If he did, I can imagine things bogging down as Flynn tries to explain how things work in the User world (or sidestep the issue, Flynn being Flynn...)
"But why
can't you tell them about this system, Flynn? If they're not ready
now, when
will they be?"
"Look, man, it's complicated. The real world's messy and unpredictable, y'know? But I'm working on it, buddy. I promise you, the day's gonna come when I go public with this, and then I'll bring Alan here to meet you personally. How's that sound? I just need you to hang in there for me a little longer..."