CLU 3.0 Wrote:*Flynn went inside the door and down the narrow stairwell. Clu followed close behind. * "So.. If Spark was able to page Alan.. I'm thinkin' she may have opened a connection here, which means.." *Clu listened to Flynn talk about Spark opening a connection with the User world via page reminded Clu of his own attempt at paging Alan by using a phone line to establish the contact. He wondered if Spark had thought of the same thing.* *They reached the basement office.. And Flynn walked over to the smooth glass terminal and looked at the screen. The screen read:* Flynn! Tron's hurt! Where are you? What's going on? "Yep.. Thats what I thought. Spark. The connection looks to still be open too." *Clu stood beside Flynn reading the screen. Flynn looked at his watch again.* "Aw man.. I really really gotta get going..or I'm gonna be late. Hey.. Why don't you try sending a message back to Spark.. let her know we're okay, and find out how and why Tron is hurt. Ok buddy? And I'll be back.. couple hours tops.. " *Clu gave him an unsure look. //What am I supposed to do here for hours?// He watched Flynn exit back through the door, he sighed and sat down in the chair in front of the desk. He stared at the screen for a moment, then typed a reply..* ....Spark, Flynn's not here. This is Clu.

Spark's head snapped up as she felt a response to her communication. She placed a hand on Yori's shoulder, then walked back into the communication chamber. The disk rose into the air once more.

Spark's eyes narrowed as she read the response. Who the hell is Clu? she thought. And what is he doing in the arcade basement? Several silent commands caused firewalls to rise, and locked the laser. Spark would defend the Grid to the best of her abilities. It was her home, and the programs here were her friends.

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Clu watched the desk. He watched the curser blink.

_Clu? Who are you? Where's Flynn?_

Clu could almost hear Spark's sharp voice. He watched the firewalls raise, the laser's status change to locked.order abortion pill abortion pill buy online where to buy abortion pill

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User World, 1983
Encom International Headquarters, Center City



* his gloved hand quickly flips the helmet's face-shield closed, then Flynn revs the throttle and zooms the Ducati out of the parking structure ... now thanks to the delays at Encom he's already been gone over three hours instead of two, and on top of that it's a half-hour's drive back to the arcade ... he's called the loft phone twice but both times only the answering machine picked up, and now in addition to being worried about the Grid Flynn's worried about Clu being there at the arcade by himself all this time ... ... // can't believe it's been this long ... gotta get back there ... //

*at the end of the street he corners right and veers toward the access ramp of the freeway, only to be greeted with the very last sight he wants to see - a line of cars waiting to enter a sea of unmoving red tail-lights which spans for what looks like a mile or so up ahead ... ... // Oh come ON, MAN!! ... You gotta be KIDDIN' ME!! // ... ... and of course as luck would have it, all four lanes of this freeway are so tightly spaced together that it's virtually impossible for a motorcyclist to split lanes in standstill traffic ... he slows the bike to a stop, waiting in line as a few cars line up behind him, then he growls with frustration, tapping the heel of his boot impatiently against the asphalt *

*But his impatience serves no purpose and he knows it ... the best he can do now is slowly work his way along to the next exit, then travel surface streets back to the arcade ... he sighs heavily, his breath fogging the helmet's face-shield momentarily before he flips it up again and grumbles in his thoughts ... ... // so much for getting back in a hurry // ... // at this pace, just getting to the next exit's gonna be a good twenty minutes // ... // then maybe forty-five minutes by surface streets if I'm lucky // ... ...
... many minutes go by, and traffic moves only few feet at a time, just enough for him to feather open the clutch and roll forward maybe half car-length or so before having to engage the clutch and stop again ... for any motorcyclist this kind of traffic situation is maddening, but it makes Flynn wish the Ducati had VTOL capability like Clu's command ship ... ... // man, can't even split lanes here ... if this was the Grid, I'd be up and over this mess ... in a heartbeat //... ...*

*as the traffic continues to mope along, he allows his thoughts to drift back to the morning's events at Encom ... he and Alan had begun the board meeting's agenda with the introduction of the new Flynn operating system proposal ... that had lasted all of two minutes before that intern Mackey had made some remark under his breath, probably just to watch Flynn's eyebrow raise and Alan's already stern expression grow even more tight-lipped ... from there it slowly became a tense question-and-answer session with the board members, rather than being the smooth presentation that Flynn and Alan had hoped for ... as far as he was concerned things couldn't have gone less swimmingly, and for some reason it had almost seemed like they were both being interrogated ... he'd just been very grateful Alan was there with him as a calming force, thereby greatly lessening the chance of his smarting off to the very people he was trying to impress *


*he sighs again, thoughts shifting now to Clu who was waiting back at the arcade ... Flynn's full of angst over having had to leave him alone there to begin with, in an environment which couldn't possibly be more foreign to a former computer-program, even one as brilliant as Clu ... and on top of that Clu's just become a User, a human being, which is unfathomably confusing in itself, so now more than ever he needs Flynn there to put his mind at ease, to help him understand all of it ... which pretty much makes today's events the perfect example of the worst cosmic timing ever ...
... until suddenly the tide turns - up ahead the cars begin to crawl forward as the traffic standstill slowly abates ... exhaling a sigh of relief, Flynn rolls the throttle, accelerates and maneuvers towards the fast lane and then pushes it to a steady 55 mph ... ... // Clu, ... buddy, ... just hang on ... I'm on my way ... // *

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User World, 1983
Flynn's Arcade


Flynn doesn't bother to back the bike up and park at the curb properly ... instead he jumps the curb and purrs the Ducati to a stop on the sidewalk alongside the building ... it's his usual when-I'm-in-a-hurry spot ... he locks the bike, pockets the keys and starts for the front door ... just then he happens to glance over and sees the familiar van parked at the corner beside the building ... his thoughts lurch ... // aw man, Karl's here ! // ... // that's right, it's the third Monday of the month ! // ... // I totally forgot, and I'm late and- aw man, Clu!! // *


* he panics, vaults forward, yanks open one of the French doors, jangling the little bell which hangs above it, and then lopes into the arcade with long strides ... Karl stands a few feet away beside the open change machine, now gaping at him with a confused look on his face ... Flynn's about to blabber some sort of an apology for being late when Karl speaks first*



KARL: Flynn!? ... You - *he pauses; looks back toward the loft stairs... looks back at Flynn, then points back toward the loft stairs* You were- ... how'd- ... you were just- ... upstairs, ... a minute ago, ... w- ...weren't you? ...


*Flynn realizes instantly - // man he just saw Clu! // ... ... now he's trying to come up with a quick reply ... he looks at Karl and then breaks into a disarming grin, spreads his arms wide, shakes his head and chuckles as he walks over towards the change machine *



FLYNN: Hey, ... what can I say? ... Houdini in a past life, man.

*Karl slowly gives a baffled grin, then turns to look back at the change machine ... Flynn exhales a slight sigh of relief - // well, ... smoothed that over easily enough // ... ... but he isn't about to give the man the chance to notice that he's wearing a khaki business suit, whereas his recently-spotted doppelganger is clad in his jeans and a T-shirt .... Flynn claps his hands together once, rubs his palms briskly together, then steps quickly over and leans in to get a better look at the opened panel of the change machine and the repair in progress, deliberately focusing Karl's attention back to it*



FLYNN: So, ... what's the story on this relic? Keeps breaking down. Bought it used to begin with. You think I should just bite the bullet and replace the whole thing, maybe go with tokens instead? ... Or just replace this sensor again?

Karl shrugs, then starts explaining the pros and cons of replacing the sensor vs. replacing the entire machine, and how going with a token system would require upgrades to the coin wells on all the games ... but Flynn's only half-listening ... instead he's wondering how he can invent a reason to send Karl on his way quickly ... then he glances quickly up towards the loft, sees the slats of the mini-blinds shift slightly open and close again, and he's wondering how Clu's doing up there ... just then he looks back at Karl and hears the tail-end of what he's just said, “ ... really it's your call, but that's what I'd do if it were me.” ... which tells him nothing, because he hasn't been listening ... he has to say something, so he shrugs, then pats Karl on the shoulder, makes one of those split-second decisions for which he's so renowned *


FLYNN: Welp, ... buddy, ... just got yourself some more job security. Think I wanna go with the token system. For now, let's patch this old baby up, get that sensor fixed, ... then you go back to the shop and scare me up a price quote for installing two token machines and changing out all the game wells to accept tokens.

*Karl seems surprised but not unpleasantly so, and he shrugs affably, then nods*



KARL: Sure, ... uh ... any idea what kind of tokens, what size?


*Flynn's already turned to walk away, but at the question he stops, thinks, then waves a hand absently in a loop*


FLYNN: Oh, ... somethin simple. Nickel, I guess-...no- ... brass. Yeah. With Flynn's Arcade on 'em. Maybe on the flip-side a few logos from my games ...Tron, Space Paranoids, Matrix Blaster, you know, random assortment thing and so forth, but- ... man, we'll figure all that out as we go. I'll look over the catalogs and call you about it tomorrow, then you can work up an estimate for the whole thing. How's that sound?


KARL: Like a plan.

*Flynn nods, grins, then he turns again, walks quickly down the aisle of games to the main path which leads back to the Tron machine and the stairwell ... Karl turns back to replacing the sensor on the change machine ... Flynn stops again, turns around, scratches the back of his neck*



FLYNN: Hey, ... listen, ... I, uh ... gotta' work on some things, so, gonna' head upstairs- ... uh ... again, ...so, yeah, ...just ... give a holler when you're done, and I'll come down and cut you a check.

*Karl shrugs, keeps right on working on the change machine, doesn't look up*


KARL: Eh, no worries Flynn. I'll just bill you for this. I know you're good for it. I'll be done here in a few minutes, and I'll let myself out.

FLYNN: Yeah! That'll work! Thanks, man.


*with that, he turns and heads for the stairs ... ... // well that sure went better than it could have // ... // and, tokens ... hm ... maybe that's an idea whose time has come // ... ... as he jogs up the stairwell his suede Hush-Puppies make very soft clomping sounds on the wooden steps, and he thinks to himself ... ... // man, Alan hates these shoes ... 'don't care ... they're comfortable ... not wearin' loafers ... not a loafer guy // ... ... and just then he clears the top step, bounds into the loft, then whirls around and closes the door behind him, locking it ... he turns back around to see Clu looking at him, wide-eyed ... Flynn hurries over to him, and grabs him by the shoulders, speaking in a hushed voice, eyes concerned, as words rush forth from him*



Man! Clu!! ... Buddy! You okay? ... I'm sorry, ... I'm so sorry! Got held up at Encom, tried to call you, twice – and, then traffic- and man, you know what, never mind, I'm here now, so, you- ... you okay??

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AzureDawn Wrote:Azure composes herself as the pain starts to fade and sees the rifts close; all appears to be well with the world. Something happened to Clu, she knows it but, she can still feel him; he is out there somewhere, probably with Flynn. She gets to her feet and looks around her knowing that in his absence, she must continue in his stead. Continuing his vision, his dream made her proud and happy in a way; she couldnt wait to show him upon his return. //I dont care if it takes a million cycles, I will be right here waiting for my love to return// She walks over to where Spark and Rinzler are huddled together and kneels down beside them; Rinzler gave her a silent nod without her even having to ask how she was. They were all still there and all appeared right with their world now, except hers was missing it's beacon, it's light. Azure tried to shake it off as she began to try to formulate a plan. They needed to start repairing all the damaged coding but how? If Spark could somehow patch her regenerative coding into the mainframe, it might help speed things along... but did she have the strength... were either of them strong enough...?

*Spark's head throbs with the pulse of power through the grid and she closes her eyes for a moment. Rinzler's arm is around her shoulders and she leans into the touch, letting him support her as she pulls herself together. As her strength slowly returns, she extends her senses to assess the status of the grid. The cracks from Rinzler's contact with Tron are sealing themselves, as is most of the other damage. There is absolutely no trace of Clu's presence, but Spark feels something of of Flynn. Her Flynn, not the one that Clu had been escorting to the Portal. //What is-?// She starts to send out a mental query, but the impression fades before the query is finished. //That was Flynn, I'm sure of it,// she thinks, seeking more evidence of the presence. Her hand rises to clutch the crystalline piece of code which hangs on a cord around her neck. //Flynn? Are you out there?// Receiving no answer, Spark drops her hand and sighs.

Spark opens her eyes to see Azure kneeling in front of them. Rinzler's posture hasn't changed, his arms encircling her in a protective embrace. Spark rubs her temples as the pain slowly fades.*

Spark: "What is it, Azure? I don't know what happened to Clu. I'll have a closer look when we reach the Portal landing, but I can't be sure of what I'll find."

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Azure stood up and looked out across the vast landscape, Clu's cloak rezzing around her as she spoke.

"We should get back to Tron City, see how bad the damage is and find a place to rest before implementing any plans for restorations." she breathed in deeply before continuing. "I believe that Clu was also pulled into Flynn's rift.... but if anyone can get him back, its him."

She was anxious to get back to familiar territory and look for other survivors, and to finally rest. They would all need it if they were to succeed.

Azure smiles softly and nods at Spark's kind words; she will never stop hoping, stop looking for her beloved Clu. As she watched the couple fly off into the distance she walked over to the control panel, causing it to flash and beep as she ran her slender fingers over the controls altering the flight path back to Tron City. The trip back seemed far shorter than their journey here; the gridbugs' attack made each moment feel like an eternity.

Once safely docked at the city station she wrapped her cloak tighter around her as she drew her lightcycle baton and wasted no time in getting back to Clu's ship. Inputting his security code the elevator descended and once in it, it sped to the top. Azure walked slowly into the command room taking a moment to look around, to think of and remember all their wonderful times here. As she walked by the large black couch she saw the beautiful glowing amber electric rose he had rezzed for her. She picked it up and walked over to the podium, setting it nearby as she started to input codes and passwords to get into the system. Soon she was in and began to access the scanning program files.

A:>>>> Initiate Scan?

Taking a deep breath she hit the panel once more to confirm; as the scan began she picked up the rose holding it close to her heart.

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Basement of Flynn's Arcade
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:: Flynn dusts his hands briskly against the legs of his jeans, whisking away the residual pizza crumbs, and then stands over the touchscreen typing a series of commands ... he's tried to open an interface to send a message through to the Grid for Spark, but the dialogue box hasn't appeared like it should have and he's not quite sure why. In fact the system's behaving a bit sluggishly, and he's hoping it's not some memory problem or an address conflict created by the time-travel game platform ... but surely not - he's pulled down the game completely, so there shouldn't be a problem, right? Nevertheless, a diagnostic is in order, so he begins the command sequence ... just then Clu approaches the desk and speaks ::

Clu 3.0 wrote: “What else can you show me about this User world?

:: Flynn's still typing ... he starts to answer, his voice taking on a sing-song drawl as he concentrates on the screen and pecks out the last few command lines of the diagnostic sequence ::



We-elllll, ... I gue-esssss, ... mayyyy-beeee ... ... ::he thinks; finishes typing:: .... hmm. Maybe we could maybe go for a ride or somethin'?


:: he stands back from the interface desk, then suddenly looks at his watch ::



Oh. But you know what, ... yeah. I do need to call Jordan back first. Before I forget again.


:: he walks over and unearths the telephone from a stack of papers on the messy shelf, then dials the number and waits ... after a moment, he hangs up the phone again ::



That's what I was afraid of. Plane's already left for San Fr- ... wait, hey, maybe she left a message ...

:: a second later he's pressing buttons on the answering machine, and then stands there listening as the messages replay, starting with his own voice from this morning ::


*BEEP* ... "Clu? You there buddy? ... It's Flynn ... I'm still at work- ... uh, can you hear my voice? ... if you're there, pick up the phone, ... uh,... it's downstairs, on the shelf, somewhere ...well you know what never mind ... just,...if you can hear this, if - ... if, you happen to hear this, hang on buddy, 'cause I'm gonna be running late, ... but I'll be back soon ..." *CLICK*


*BEEP* ... “Yeah, me again... uh, Flynn ... hey, ... buddy I'm so sorry ... I'm way late ... just leaving Encom ... bet you're not even hearing these messages ... okay, yeah, so, I'm headed back there, ... just hang on okay?" *CLICK*


*BEEP* ... "Kevin? ... Come on Kev, if you're there, pick up ... ::there's a sigh and Jordan's voice continues:: "... ... okay yeah, you're not there ... forgot to ask you earlier ... very important ... there's an envelope on the kitchen counter ... I forgot to mail it before I left ... I'll be in San Francisco until late, ... meeting's not even over until six ... can you please-please zoom that envelope to the post office before they close today? ... Please? ... It's super important ... Okay, call me if you have trouble finding it, alright? See you later ... Love you, bye ... " *CLICK*


:: Flynn stops the replay, then looks at his watch ... there's just enough time to get on the bike, get to the house, get the envelope, then dart like hell through traffic to the post office before it closes, so he's gotta go now, but he's not leaving Clu here again ... looks like the bike ride is going to be the thing ... he looks over at Clu, and shrugs, running a hand through his already-disheveled hair ::



"Well, buddy ... you wanted to see more of this User world. And that's what we're gonna do. From the bike."


:: Flynn glances at the progress bar on the interface ... ... // 13% complete ... oh man still a long ways to go ... okay, well, we can scoot and get this done while it's running // ... ... he turns and rummages around on the shelves, finds the spare motorcycle helmet, hands it to Clu, and for a second the black helmet with its dark-tinted face-shield reminds him of Clu's on the Grid ::



" Alright, here ya go ... put this helmet on, 'kay? ... This is like lightcycles, ... sorta, ... all you gotta do is ride on the back, hang onto me, and lean when I lean. "
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CLU 3.0 Wrote: 1982 The Real World Flynn's Arcade - Basement ************************************* *Clu watched the screen, the blinking cursor, he watched as the words seemed to type themselves in response..* _Clu? Who are you? Where's Flynn?_ *Clu could almost hear Spark's sharp voice. He watched the firewalls raise, the laser's status change to locked. His eyebrows furrowed, confused. * //What the-?? What is she doing?? Spark! It's me!! It's Clu!! Don't you remember?// *It took only a nanosecond for Clu to realize... * //Of course she doesn't know me... I haven't even been created yet! // *Clu reached down to type a response and then stopped.. His mind began exploring the ramifications of what would happen if he told her who he was. * //No.. I can't tell her.. I don't know how.. But it could alter things in the future.// *Clu had been thinking about this subject for a while now. With all that Flynn now knows.. It could effect the decisions he makes going forward. And no matter how bad things had turned out, How many wrong choices Clu had made, and how badly he wanted to correct them.. It all happened as it should have. He knew he would have to discuss the future with Flynn.* *The best thing to do now, for all involved was let Spark believe he was Flynn. He hated decieving Spark. But he knew what he had to do.* *He began to type his response...* _Never mind....Bad joke...Gotta go to Encom. No choice...it's my job, urgent, board meeting,...back in a couple of hours, tops. *Clu paused..He thought about Spark, and what she might be going through. And even though she didn't know Clu yet, he knew her. She was very concerned and trying to reach Flynn. But Flynn wasn't here. And Clu felt powerless to do anything to help her.* *He added another line.* _ in the meantime, ... hang on, okay Spark?_ And please take care of Tron ... keep him, and yourself, safe. *As Clu watched the words form in front of him, he thought about how interesting this open line of communication to the User world was.* //Has this always been here? And if so.. Why couldn't I have used it all those cycles we were building the grid? Were they keeping it from me? Or did something happen to it?// *Clu wished Flynn was there. Now that the initial shock of this new world was wearing off.. He was ready to ask those thousands of questions he had.. Plus more.* *He didn't wait for Spark to respond. He got up from the desk and turned to go back upstairs. He stopped by the laser and looked at the device. It was powered off.*

Spark's eyes narrowed as she examined Clu's replies. The attempt to cover the slip and make it into a joke seemed hurried. Whoever this Clu person is, he is definitely not Flynn. For a moment, Spark toyed with the idea of digitizing 'Clu', whoever he was, and forcing the answers out of him, but that plan was discarded a moment later. If Tron was uninjured and running properly, Spark might have tried that, but with the security program in his current condition, it was up to Spark to protect the grid, and letting an unknown User run amok would not fall under that category. However, if the next person to contact me isn't Flynn, I might have no choice. The User sighed and shut down the laser, locking it so that even Flynn would need her consent to activate the digitization sequence. With another shake of her head, she left the communication chamber.

Yori looked up as Spark exited the chamber, several questions on her tongue. The questions died however, when Yori saw the look on Spark's face as she walked over and knelt next to them. "Did you manage to reach Flynn?" Yori asked. Spark shook her head, but didn't elaborate further. Instead, the User placed both hands on Tron's chest. "I'm sorry, but we can't wait for him to wake up on his own," she said. "I've deadlocked the laser so no one can sneak in, but I don't trust this quiet. As you know, Flynn's projects tend to go a bit off-track at times-" Yori laughed at the understatement, remembering when one of Flynn's 'great ideas' had left over half the grid stuck in neon colors for a over full cycle. "-And I'm worried about his latest one. If it caused this, we're going to need all the help we can get." Developing a 'time-travel' game on the same computer as the Grid - I told Flynn he shouldn't be working on it here... Spark couldn't help but worry if the algorithms of Flynn's new game would react with the fabric of the grid in some way. Shaking her head, Spark reached inside herself for the power that resided there.

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FlynnOne Wrote: :: Flynn dusts his hands briskly against the legs of his jeans, whisking away the residual pizza crumbs, and then stands over the touchscreen typing a series of commands ... he's tried to open an interface to send a message through to the Grid for Spark, but the dialogue box hasn't appeared like it should have and he's not quite sure why. In fact the system's behaving a bit sluggishly, and he's hoping it's not some memory problem or an address conflict created by the time-travel game platform ... but surely not - he's pulled down the game completely, so there shouldn't be a problem, right? Nevertheless, a diagnostic is in order, so he begins the command sequence ... just then Clu approaches the desk and speaks :: Clu 3.0 wrote: “What else can you show me about this User world? :: Flynn's still typing ... he starts to answer, his voice taking on a sing-song drawl as he concentrates on the screen and pecks out the last few command lines of the diagnostic sequence ::

---The Grid---

Spark's gathered power scattered as several things happened at once. She felt someone try to connect to the Tower, only to be stopped by a twist in the system that she hadn't noticed. "Scrap!" she cursed, leaping to her feet and running to the communications chamber, ignoring Yori's worried shout. Once inside the chamber, Spark ripped the disk from her back and almost threw it into the air. "C'mon, c'mon," she whispered.

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FlynnOne Wrote: :: Flynn glances at the progress bar on the interface ... ... // 13% complete ... oh man still a long ways to go ... okay, well, we can scoot and get this done while it's running // ... ... he turns and rummages around on the shelves, finds the spare motorcycle helmet, hands it to Clu, and for a second the black helmet with its dark-tinted face-shield reminds him of Clu's on the Grid ::

---The Grid---

"Damn!" Spark grabbed the disk and put it away, a clear scowl on her face. He goes and runs a diagnostic without even waiting to see if it's his end or mine. Now I can't do anything until it's finished. She stalked out of the communications chamber and returned to her former position beside Tron and Yori. "What was that?" Yori asked, a little unnerved by Spark's expression. Spark sighed and her shoulders slumped a bit. "That was most likely Flynn being impatient. He's set up a diagnostic." Yori nodded in understanding. "Oh. Can you still help Tron?" Spark nodded. "That's what I was going to do next."

Spark laid her hands on Tron's chest, gathered her power once more and focused on the program before her. Yori backed off to let Spark work. The User frowned as she assessed Tron's wounds. They were unlike anything she had ever seen before, and she couldn't figure out what had caused them. Regardless, there was nothing for it. She had to try and heal him. Come on, Spark, she told herself. You can do this. They need you. The wounds resisted her healing touch and she gritted her teeth, pressing harder. Finally, Spark sat back. Yori looked from Spark to Tron and back again. The security program's circuitry was brighter, but he didn't reboot. "Spark?"

The User shook her head. "This isn't something I can repair. Tron's self-repair subroutines are working, but this isn't normal damage. I can't figure out the cause. If Flynn were here, we might be able to work together to do it, but I can't do it alone."

Yori frowned. "Will Tron derezz?" Spark shook her head. "No. He won't get any worse, I made sure of that. But he won't get any better either."

Yori's voice was quiet. "So we wait for Flynn, then?" Spark nodded. "Yeah, we wait for Flynn."

Loctevus Wrote:As a hacker program. Maintaining the perfect system and discover new bio programs that are within the system itself is still yet a mystery. But as programs ourselves that help maintain a stable system. Nothing can be perfect because our reality to our system is still progressing and developing new unknown sources within the system yet to discover. The hacker program like myself help with the security programs help maintain safety within our system. Fight fire with fire as you would say. * Holds up her glass in response * A toast to Clu. Ruler of the Grid and respectful leader to our future. May your wisdom of Flynn help guide us to a better destiny. Cheers.

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