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[It's an odd feeling of distortion that serves as the first sign that something isn't right-- that sparks the sudden realization he's no longer where he was mere moments ago. Or was it moments at all? Cycles could have passed between the last moment of his awareness and the one he's experiencing now and he'd be none the wiser, even he can admit that.
But there's something else. Something that keeps him from opening his eyes to examine his surroundings.
Gloved fingers dig deep into the ground, sensing something far different than the glossy, perpetually polished surfaces that formed the Grid he'd called both home and prison since his creation-- no. This is new. One deep breath, and he feels cold touch his lips, his throat. Slowly, still sprawled out leisurely on the ground of the courtyard, Clu opens his eyes to stare up at a night sky free of coursing lights, filled instead with constellations composed of planets-- not code.
And laughs.]
Free at last. Looks like I won out after all.
-- Do you hear me, Flynn? I WON!!
[He breathes out another throaty chuckle as he lets the echo of his shout fade, finally moving to sit up and allow one arm to dangle over his knee. The electronic circuitry that runs along his armor lighting the space around him in radiant gold and bringing to his attention the journal dropped ungracefully beside him; He traces one of its edges, speaking under his breath.]
But this isn't his world...so where exactly am I?
[There's a glowy program sitting in your courtyard, Paradisa. What do!?]
But there's something else. Something that keeps him from opening his eyes to examine his surroundings.
Gloved fingers dig deep into the ground, sensing something far different than the glossy, perpetually polished surfaces that formed the Grid he'd called both home and prison since his creation-- no. This is new. One deep breath, and he feels cold touch his lips, his throat. Slowly, still sprawled out leisurely on the ground of the courtyard, Clu opens his eyes to stare up at a night sky free of coursing lights, filled instead with constellations composed of planets-- not code.
And laughs.]
Free at last. Looks like I won out after all.
-- Do you hear me, Flynn? I WON!!
[He breathes out another throaty chuckle as he lets the echo of his shout fade, finally moving to sit up and allow one arm to dangle over his knee. The electronic circuitry that runs along his armor lighting the space around him in radiant gold and bringing to his attention the journal dropped ungracefully beside him; He traces one of its edges, speaking under his breath.]
But this isn't his world...so where exactly am I?
[There's a glowy program sitting in your courtyard, Paradisa. What do!?]