Once a little sugar ant made up his mind to roam-
Who: Tron, Ram, tentative open
What: Tron decides to try and map his neighborhood with his quasi-functional helmet. And gets a little lost.
Where: The neighborhood around his new residence.
When: Some time after he's settled in from the Sea.
Warnings: None.
The intention behind the trip had been easy enough. With sight of his helmet's sensors partially restored, he had figured the best thing to do now that he was settled in was to explore the area around his new apartment. Figure out the roads and buildings and blocks and get used to the way things had changed.
And for a time, it had worked easily enough. He'd felt confident in his mental mapping of the area. Things seemed relatively familiar. That was, until he'd tried to turn around and head back home and realized the static created by the still somewhat-damaged echolocative sensor was disrupting his vision enough that things weren't as clear as he'd thought they were.
He'd had to laugh it off, honestly. There might have been a touch of fear at first, but then he reminded himself that it wasn't as if he were completely without aid. Worst case scenario, he could ask for assistance activating one of the terminals. Come up with some excuse that his own security codes didn't fit those of this system. Then he could contact some of the people he knew were here and request their assistance in helping him find his way back home.
But first, he decided, he would try and find his way back on his own. No sense panicking and going for the last resort within the first five nanocycles. He could get by on his own.
Whether he told himself that because he honestly believed it, or felt that he had to prove it to himself was another question entirely.
What: Tron decides to try and map his neighborhood with his quasi-functional helmet. And gets a little lost.
Where: The neighborhood around his new residence.
When: Some time after he's settled in from the Sea.
Warnings: None.
The intention behind the trip had been easy enough. With sight of his helmet's sensors partially restored, he had figured the best thing to do now that he was settled in was to explore the area around his new apartment. Figure out the roads and buildings and blocks and get used to the way things had changed.
And for a time, it had worked easily enough. He'd felt confident in his mental mapping of the area. Things seemed relatively familiar. That was, until he'd tried to turn around and head back home and realized the static created by the still somewhat-damaged echolocative sensor was disrupting his vision enough that things weren't as clear as he'd thought they were.
He'd had to laugh it off, honestly. There might have been a touch of fear at first, but then he reminded himself that it wasn't as if he were completely without aid. Worst case scenario, he could ask for assistance activating one of the terminals. Come up with some excuse that his own security codes didn't fit those of this system. Then he could contact some of the people he knew were here and request their assistance in helping him find his way back home.
But first, he decided, he would try and find his way back on his own. No sense panicking and going for the last resort within the first five nanocycles. He could get by on his own.
Whether he told himself that because he honestly believed it, or felt that he had to prove it to himself was another question entirely.