Who: Isaac and you
What: He's comtemplating after the entrance of some more ISOs into the Grid. He's wondering if there are anymore of his race left and maybe there is hope after all. He's a bit lonely and hugs are welcome.
Where: The End of Line
When: Now
Warnings: None for the moment. Will edit if any happen.
He toyed with the umbrella in his drink as he stared out into the nothingness. He was staring into space, pondering. What if he wasn't really alone? He had already met Krypton, another Bostrumite like himself. The incident on the train had given him more hope that perhaps the portal would bring others into this system. That they weren't all wiped out. It seemed as though a light had suddenly flickered into life after being extinguished for such a long time.
Hope was such a meaningful word. Clu would not have the last laugh, he thought. Even so, two Bostrumites didn't make a whole lot of difference. What with the attacks and him trying to find his way. His light seemed dwarfed by the vast expanse of blackness.