Programming (Jul-11)
Title: Programming
Prompt: 001. Research
Character: Sam Flynn
Fandom: Tron: Legacy
Word Count: 294
Rating: G
Warnings None, unless you count Quorra with mounds of chocolate something to be warned about.
Disclaimer Steven Lisberger, Bonnie MacBird and Disney own Tron and all things associated. I'm just having fun in their sandbox.
Summary: Sam stumbles upon Quorra as she tries to figure out a way to help ease the programming of humanity.
Author's Notes: IDEK. Feel free to run with this idea elsewhere, so long as you keep me posted :)
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"What are you doing?" Sam regretted the question almost as soon as it left his lips. Having just woken up, he'd padded down the stairs and pulled a t-shirt over his head, shoving his arms through their respective sleeves as he paused on the bottom step and peered into his make-shift living room. Quorra sat on the couch with Marvin snuggled up to her thigh as she tapped on the keyboard of an open laptop on the table in front of her. She was surrounded by dozens of boxes in various sizes and stages of being opened, riddled with even more pieces of the tissue one often found in boxes cradling pieces of..."Is that chocolate?"
"Yes," the ISO replied, without looking up. "I'm doing research."
Sam blinked at her. "Research."
"Yes." She glanced up at him with her signature tiny smile. "I'm compiling a searchable database of chocolates so people can look up the various types based on ingredients, textures, and emotional responses so that they can make an informed decision."
"Right. I'm going back to bed, then," he said, deciding not to get involved. He turned and started up the stairs to his room, but only made it as far as four before Marvin dashed between his legs and did everything in his doggy powers to bar Sam's way. Just as Sam was about to take a calculated jump over his dog and onto the next step, a firm hand grasped his arm and pulled him back down to the stairs.
"Nonsense," Quorra said, pushing him onto the couch. "I need you to help me gauge human emotional responses to various types of chocolate."
Sam sighed as Marvin returned and jumped into his lap, fervently praying that he was stocked up on Pepto.
Prompt: 001. Research
Character: Sam Flynn
Fandom: Tron: Legacy
Word Count: 294
Rating: G
Warnings None, unless you count Quorra with mounds of chocolate something to be warned about.
Disclaimer Steven Lisberger, Bonnie MacBird and Disney own Tron and all things associated. I'm just having fun in their sandbox.
Summary: Sam stumbles upon Quorra as she tries to figure out a way to help ease the programming of humanity.
Author's Notes: IDEK. Feel free to run with this idea elsewhere, so long as you keep me posted :)
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"What are you doing?" Sam regretted the question almost as soon as it left his lips. Having just woken up, he'd padded down the stairs and pulled a t-shirt over his head, shoving his arms through their respective sleeves as he paused on the bottom step and peered into his make-shift living room. Quorra sat on the couch with Marvin snuggled up to her thigh as she tapped on the keyboard of an open laptop on the table in front of her. She was surrounded by dozens of boxes in various sizes and stages of being opened, riddled with even more pieces of the tissue one often found in boxes cradling pieces of..."Is that chocolate?"
"Yes," the ISO replied, without looking up. "I'm doing research."
Sam blinked at her. "Research."
"Yes." She glanced up at him with her signature tiny smile. "I'm compiling a searchable database of chocolates so people can look up the various types based on ingredients, textures, and emotional responses so that they can make an informed decision."
"Right. I'm going back to bed, then," he said, deciding not to get involved. He turned and started up the stairs to his room, but only made it as far as four before Marvin dashed between his legs and did everything in his doggy powers to bar Sam's way. Just as Sam was about to take a calculated jump over his dog and onto the next step, a firm hand grasped his arm and pulled him back down to the stairs.
"Nonsense," Quorra said, pushing him onto the couch. "I need you to help me gauge human emotional responses to various types of chocolate."
Sam sighed as Marvin returned and jumped into his lap, fervently praying that he was stocked up on Pepto.