Who: Ram, OPEN
Where: Tron City (anywhere out in the open, tagger's choice)
When: somewhere in the proximity of...now
What: There's a new Ram on the Grid. Have at it, folks.
Warnings: If you make me put something here I will be severely disappointed.
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swaying to my own sound )
That was the first thing Ram noticed, rounding a corner and stopping just short of slamming into what had first registered as the surface of a mirror -- but there was no surface, just a program, another program with his face. There were other differences too -- a slightly different build, a few more lines around the eyes -- but even with the circuits as the main point of divergence, they could almost pass as the same program, the similarities too acute to be explained even by their both having been written by the same User.
Still, after meeting two different Trons and two different Rinzlers, not to mention ZackAttack and countless other duplicated entities, it wasn't difficult for Ram to grin and face his own clone as though things like this happened every other millicycle.
"Hey, stranger. You new here?"
[[~OH MY, FEELS JUST LIKE I DON'T TRY~<3333]]
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He knew he was technically considered a piece of malware but he'd never started duplicating like a virus as far as he knew. Sheesh.
He briefly wondered what his User was up to if he was starting to make copies of his best program. Which thought just made Ram mirror the other's friendly grin as he got his bearings.
"Yeah, around these parts. But if you even calculate calling me a beta I'll knock you a good one 'cause I'm pretty sure I was compiled way before your date of conception." He offered a hand to the other program. "Name's Ram. You got a separate designation or are we gonna have to duke it out to decide which one of us gets the official title?"
He was kidding of course. Mostly.
[♪LOOKS SO GOOD I MIGHT DIE♪ ♥♥]]
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[[EXCEPTYOU'DBETTERNOT~ ?ALL I KNOW IS EVERYBODY LOVES ME :D:D:D??]]
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He unfolded and gestured vaguely as he explained. "Surveillance program, recompile date User-year 1991." And he said that much only because he was talking to a fellow program written by ZackAttack. It was hard not to trust his double. "Before that is another story," he shrugged.
"What's up with this place anyway?"
[[HE DOESN'T PLAN ON IT! HEAD DOWN, SWAYIN' TO MY OWN SOUND♫ ^_~]]
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The explanation was impressive. Not only must his double have been rerezzed by ZackAttack personally, but he was a surveillance program... almost on the same plane as a security program. For his own part, Ram had always been satisfied with his actuarial functions -- they were a special part of his identity, a gift that could be used to help others -- but to know that the alternative was something like this... it was very, very cool, and Ram didn't even try to hide how he felt about it.
"Before that we probably had a lot in common," he snickered. "What are you looking for?" Because if his User was out there and wanted information, he would be delighted to help.
The next question was more sobering. Ram bit his lip, looking narrowly at his double. "That may take a while to answer. How much do you know about the origins of the Grid?"
[[AWESOME~ ♫FLASHES IN MY FACE NOW♪~ \o7]]
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So, without further hesitance, Ram went on with his explanation freely. "After a User known as Kevin Flynn disappeared in the User-year 1989, ZackAttack began an encompassing search to find him, using any and all media that he could readily get his hands on. And, after a while, anything he couldn't so readily get his hands on. That's where I come in. Zack was denied access to the ENCOM System in 1990. For the past decade in User terms I've been...accessing certain data in the ENCOM System that is pertinent to Zack's search without anyone knowing about it. I keep Zack out of trouble and give him whatever information he thinks is useful to figuring out what happened to this other User." He shrugged, spreading his ( ... )
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The actuarial program's jaw dropped in consternation as the story unfolded. "He was... you were looking for Flynn? All this time?" All these cycles, searching Encom while Flynn had been here.... If he could've gotten his hands on Clu now he'd... well, probably get killed again, but still.
He leaned forward excitedly. Maybe he wasn't a specially-compiled surveillance program, but ZackAttack's need to know what had happened to Flynn was all Ram had to hear to be right on board with getting all possible information to him as fast as they could. "My friend, you have just hit the motherlode. Flynn wrote this place and was trapped here when Clu took over in 1989; that's why he disappeared from the User world. The whole system was completely closed ( ... )
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He also slumped when he heard the rest of the bad news. He could have actually met a User. A User! Face to face! But Flynn had gone missing here, too.
He had a thought. "Do you think he went back through it? Maybe he's back in the User world, where he belongs?" That would be good. That would be great in fact. It meant his User would finally be able to stop searching--and concentrate on more important things--once he'd finally caught up with his long-lost friend. He hoped it was what happened. Somewhere.
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