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[Welcome to the Grid. The entire world is outfitted in dark colors. Blues. Greens. Blacks. Nothing too bright, except for the lines of light that seem to cover every surface. Circuitry. In some places, it's a bright, steady glow, while in others it seems to flicker, like a light bulb on the verge of burning out. The Grid's been damaged. Badly, in those places where the flickering is particularly harsh. The portal off in the distance seems to cover up the fact that the glow of the circuits is at it's dimmest there.
Off in another direction, there is what appears to be a crumbling city. It's own glow is still strong, though. Tron City won't go down so easily. Whether or not there are still Programs wandering the streets, though, is still pretty up in the air. Speaking of air, overhead there's a perpetual electrical storm. Electrical surges are probably closer to accurate though.
Sam's back on the Grid. He didn't think he'd ever go back there after Clu's re-integration and... what happened, but here he is. He's sitting alone in the Outlands, near where the house Flynn and Quorra lived used to sit. It's gone now. Like a lot of things.
Maybe he just needed confirmation of what happened to his father. He never got that before, after all]
Off in another direction, there is what appears to be a crumbling city. It's own glow is still strong, though. Tron City won't go down so easily. Whether or not there are still Programs wandering the streets, though, is still pretty up in the air. Speaking of air, overhead there's a perpetual electrical storm. Electrical surges are probably closer to accurate though.
Sam's back on the Grid. He didn't think he'd ever go back there after Clu's re-integration and... what happened, but here he is. He's sitting alone in the Outlands, near where the house Flynn and Quorra lived used to sit. It's gone now. Like a lot of things.
Maybe he just needed confirmation of what happened to his father. He never got that before, after all]