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[isolatedthinker]

Who: Alan Bradley and Open
When: Today
Where: Physically? The User world. But um...
What: Alan is really bored in this meeting.
Warnings: Crack. All of it. Walls of text crack. WALLS OF IT.

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OH, YOU TWO!

[creator_man]

Flynn stared at the program who delivered the message. Since Sam wasn't exactly findable at this moment on this Grid. Then he looked through the information and stared more, before heading towards the I/O tower as fast as he could.

"Bradley. I don't think Sam can take your message just now."

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[isolatedthinker]

It was Alan who stared next at the information before him on the screen when he received the reply. To say it was unexpected was certainly an understatement. (Although it was, at least, a perfectly reasonable excuse for Sam's absence from Alan's point of view.)

Alan typed a reply that filtered down through the I/O tower as something along the lines of, "Kevin. Flynn. What in God's good name are you doing answering this message?"

Not that the discovery of Flynn's survival wasn't exceptionally joyous or that Bradley minded talking to him during such a boring time--but. seriously. what the hell was he up to now.

<3!

[creator_man]

No, really, if Sam had been around, his father's presence would have been plenty reason enough for staying inside longer than he'd planned. However, at least Flynn hadn't seen him. Yet. And neither had...

"Apparently, the messenger program couldn't find Sam," he spoke back up. "And I'm obviously the closest match to the search parameters."

This part of the answer was easy. The rest...

God. Alan. "It's possible that this is not exactly the Grid he came down into. The Portal is malfunctioning here. Not fully sure if my appearance is because of that or part of the cause for it, but it's having all sorts of things and people appear here that never expected to. Potentially up to and including your message."

[isolatedthinker]

Alan had to mull over that reply for quite some time. The meeting droned one.

"What are you talking about?"

Came the simple reply finally. Alan had no qualms with the first part because quite frankly he'd kinda figured that. It still didn't explain what Kevin Flynn was doing in the Grid, or even alive, or why Sam wasn't hanging around longer due to finding his father, or even remotely made his longer 'explanation' make any kind of sense. Bradley could only stare and reread the message several times as he waited for a response.

[creator_man]

That would get Alan's message box a little filled up with text.

"I'm uncertain about the exact parameters of it all still. But more or less, instead of... whatever follows, after the reintegration I was tossed back inside the Grid. No memory or clue as to who I am, although that got better, with time.

"But apparently the Portal, the interface between the Grid, or I should say this Grid, and the rest of the world is malfunctioning. It's bringing in people - both Users and Programs - from anywhere, anytime. Derezzed programs. A rather younger Roy, and one from now, too. A Qurora from three years in the future, who also sometimes goes into another Grid, that's where she was headed when she wound up here. Actually, a few Quorras. Different versions of people, with different experiences, sometimes very different pasts. All in here.

"But I haven't seen or heard from Sam in here. So it's possible that he did go in - just ended up into a different Grid. Not the one that your communication is reaching."

[isolatedthinker]

There was the longest pause as Alan simply stared at the wall of text that appeared on his screen and tried to comprehend it with as many rereads as needed. It still made little to no sense whatsoever.

Alan tried to form a reply and had to rewrite his response several times before he found it satisfactory. And then it still wasn't right.

"Are you telling me I'm reaching another Grid? How many of these things are out there?"

[creator_man]

"I think that's what it boils down to, yeah." Flynn almost chuckled at the irritation he could read in his old friend's words, probably correctly even after all this time. "And there's not enough data as to that last one. Sorry, man."

Kind of sorry.

Not at all sorry for having another chance to be back and in touch with his friends, for example.