Day 50 | See program run. Run, program, run.
Who: Quorra and anyone who wants to see a neat digital bike appear and disappear out of nowhere!
When: Day 50, late evening
Where: A street somewhere. Any street.
What: While out on a walk, Quorra encounters one of the Smiles. Clearly, this is the best time to find out whether her lightcycle works or not. It does.
Rating: PG-ish
Quorra often liked to go out walking at night. It reminded her a little of home, although she hadn't thought of the Grid that way in cycles, and she certainly didn't miss it. Not really...but there was a strange feeling of something like nostalgia whenever she thought of the hideaway in the Outlands she and Flynn had shared for so long. She missed him, that much she was sure of - and she missed Sam, too, although she had known him for a much shorter time.
He had reminded her so much of his father.
The streets of Bell Pointe were still damp, with puddles here and there she avoided. It was quiet, and the night sky was clear. Quorra was distracted by craning her neck to look up at it as she walked, so she didn't realize she had company until she heard the laugh.
It chilled her to the core, her circuits momentarily frozen with fear. She didn't turn around - an instinct she didn't even know she had told her to get out of there, and fast. And although she hadn't tried it before and didn't know if it would work, Quorra automatically reached for her lightcycle baton and took off at a sprint, leaping into the air with the baton outstretched.
It worked. Miraculously, the lightcycle rezzed beneath her, unfolding in lines of light and pixels. As soon as the wheels hit the road she was gone, zooming off down the street, the creature's laughter echoing behind her.
She didn't know where she was going and she didn't care. She didn't stop, not until the cycle abruptly juddered underneath her and went into a skid. She leapt off it, landing heavily with one foot and a knee beneath her, palm splayed on the ground. The lightcycle derezzed back into its baton and fell, clattering onto the pavement in front of her. Quorra held there for a minute, panting, listening intently for any echo of that horrible, sinister laugh.
When: Day 50, late evening
Where: A street somewhere. Any street.
What: While out on a walk, Quorra encounters one of the Smiles. Clearly, this is the best time to find out whether her lightcycle works or not. It does.
Rating: PG-ish
Quorra often liked to go out walking at night. It reminded her a little of home, although she hadn't thought of the Grid that way in cycles, and she certainly didn't miss it. Not really...but there was a strange feeling of something like nostalgia whenever she thought of the hideaway in the Outlands she and Flynn had shared for so long. She missed him, that much she was sure of - and she missed Sam, too, although she had known him for a much shorter time.
He had reminded her so much of his father.
The streets of Bell Pointe were still damp, with puddles here and there she avoided. It was quiet, and the night sky was clear. Quorra was distracted by craning her neck to look up at it as she walked, so she didn't realize she had company until she heard the laugh.
It chilled her to the core, her circuits momentarily frozen with fear. She didn't turn around - an instinct she didn't even know she had told her to get out of there, and fast. And although she hadn't tried it before and didn't know if it would work, Quorra automatically reached for her lightcycle baton and took off at a sprint, leaping into the air with the baton outstretched.
It worked. Miraculously, the lightcycle rezzed beneath her, unfolding in lines of light and pixels. As soon as the wheels hit the road she was gone, zooming off down the street, the creature's laughter echoing behind her.
She didn't know where she was going and she didn't care. She didn't stop, not until the cycle abruptly juddered underneath her and went into a skid. She leapt off it, landing heavily with one foot and a knee beneath her, palm splayed on the ground. The lightcycle derezzed back into its baton and fell, clattering onto the pavement in front of her. Quorra held there for a minute, panting, listening intently for any echo of that horrible, sinister laugh.