*flynn1978 walks out onto the battlefield...
but it's no ordinary game grid...
It's disc arena noir!*
*Film Noir music ostanato drones in the background*
It was a cool spring microcycle when flynn1978 finally got the guts to step out in to the game grid

He had been shying away from the game grid, because he knew, deep down inside, that his shields weren't updated from his Apple ][ e...

You would think that that was the reason flynn1978 refused to step out onto the grid

No it wasn't even that small shred of weakness, it was the fact that he had had a hard experience with a sly program that did him wrong....

*flashback to...about 200 microcycles ago...*
program: flynn1978, can you help me with this dangerous search engine that's been roaming the net?
flynn1978: no problem miss, what does it look like?
program: It was...my husband...he was a simple program that was transformed into a terrible search engine...after that, he just never had time for me...he just goes about like I'm not there, unless someone else needs help looking me up...
flynn1978: I don't know about helping your intimate problems...What's in it for me?
program: I'll give you free bandwidth until your heart's content.

*little did I know it was a month free, pay $30 a month per following month to keep the bandwith I had earned...*
