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[loisfuckinglane]

Characters: Lois Lane [open]
Location: The Laughing Mynock cantina
Planet: Coruscant
When: Evening, Week 26
What: Feel free to come tell Lois tales of your awesomeness, or mix and mingle while unwinding with some alien brew.  PROSE or COMMENTSPAM, I'll follow your lead.  ♥  Feel free to make a new thread, or to threadjack.  Also, feel free to check

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[tronja307020]

For his own part, Tron wasn't as particularly worried about returning home. For all he knew, when he went back, he would find himself either derezzed at the bottom of the Sea, or hunted down by Clu's men. But he wanted to ensure Flynn and Sam were safe, and if they could return home to their friends, whom Flynn hadn't seen in a thousand cycles, then more opwer to them. He was just tired of all the fighting.

He gave a bit of a weak shrug, his mouth pulling into what looked like it was supposed to be a small smile, but mostly ended up looking unsure of itself as he sat down.

"I..." He rubbed his hands together nervously, suddenly feeling very out of place. "I don't know. When you talked about telling the native Users about who we are, I...wanted to come down and talk. I'm not really anything important." Not anymore, anyway. "But...Kevin and Sam Flynn...I wanted someone to know about them. Kevin almost died in the hospital. I wanted people to know about him. Show them the kind of person they almost killed."

He looked back up at her from the staring contest he'd been having with the glowing blue lines on his hands.

"Flynn's a good person. He went there that day because he wanted to protect the children. I knew it was a trap, but...I didn't the hospital to actually be the target until it was too late. I let him go there and he almost died. I know it's not my fault, exactly, but...I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since it happened. Does that make sense?"

[loisfuckinglane]

Now this was interesting. Whoever he was, he wasn't interested in talking about himself, which either meant he was really that modest, or he had something to hide. She'd have to observe him more to try to figure out which of those two things it was. But not even giving a name...

But his obvious guilt over what had happened with the hospital might be the root of that. She fixed him with a look that was definitely forgiving.

"We don't always feel guilty for what we should, and sometimes we do feel guilty for whatever we couldn't control. That's pretty natural."

Oh. That's right, she asked his name. 8| uhhh...

[tronja307020]

Unfortunately for Lois, the jury was still out on whether he really needed to hide his past, or whether it was unnecessary modesty caused by improperly-directed guilt.

He gave a soft laugh, an ironic sound, as he shook his head gently at her, casting her a side-long glance. "I seem to have quite a bit of guilt these days. It's in my nature, it seems...

But that's beside the point." He shook his head gently, wringing his hands together and letting out a long, drawn-out sigh. Now that he was here, he found he wasn't even sure how to start. He felt somewhat awkward sitting here. He'd never been great at smalltalk.

He glanced back up at her determinedly, as if deciding to shove himself past the awkward moment and get where he needed to be in the conversation, giving her a crooked, wry smile. "Anyway. What did you want to hear? I warn you, I might not be the best conversationalist or orator. I'm Tron, by the way." And he stuck his hand out to her in what he knew was the standard User gesture of greeting.

[ooc: Totally just handwaving my oversight and saying he doesn't know what Mister even means. 'cause it is actually a possibility.]

LMAO no wories

[loisfuckinglane]

Lois just gave him a small encouraging smile when he admitted to his conflicted state. But he seemed to recover quickly enough, which she admired.

She met his handshake with a manly confident grasp of her own. "Lois Lane. And don't worry, I'm not looking for people to have come with prepared speeches." She made a dismissive gesture as she withdrew her hand. "I'm looking to capture the reality of our situation, for better or worse."

"So I take it the Flynns are from your world then? Or did you just meet them here?"

\o/ IswearI'mstillhere!!!

[tronja307020]

That was at least one good thing about him: He was stubborn. There was a lot of conflict and pain floating around in his head, but he refused to let it weigh him down when he had something important to do.

He nodded at the handshake, a strange part of his mind impressed and even encouraged by the strength of it. It seemed to give him a little more courage, and he sat up just a little straighter, his eye still roaming around them before returning to hold her with a steady gaze. "The worse might need to be omitted from the results, if we're to make those native to this Universe trust us. But no, it makes sense. Tell them our side, show them there are good people here."

And maybe they could avoid becoming faceless glitches that needed to be purged in the eyes of the natives. More then anything, he never wanted to see that happen to anyone. Never again.

He nodded at her question, and then shook it in a negative reply, caught for a moment in between the two contradicting questions before he caught up to his thoughts, giving a somewhat timid laugh and scratching the back of his neck, his circuits flashing a faint violet and his cheeks blushing almost imperceptibly. He was still getting the hang of User conversational patterns, and still found himself flustered when he slipped up.

"Well, yes and no, actually. In our Universe, my worlds existed inside of theirs. Their kind - your kind - created my worlds. I'm a Program. I lived inside the computer systems back on Earth.

I met Kevin a long time ago, when he was tricked into my first world by the Master Control Program. He was the Program who'd taken over the system and was trying to branch out into Kevin's world. I was written by a friend of Kevin's with the goal of stopping the MCP. Kevin helped me delete the MCP, and free our system, and then some time later, after he took control of the System in control of the computer world I lived in, from his world, he invited me to be the Security Program for a new system he was creating."

He paused, looking a little embarrassed at himself again, glancing away for a split second.

"Honestly, it's a very long story. I was first written in the User-year 1981. I met Flynn almost a User-year later. But time is different for us. In my worlds, we judge time by cycles. There's approximately 60 or so cycles in a User-year, and the closest conversion system we have to compare it to is that a single cycle is similar to a single User-year. So...there is a lot of history there. I don't want to bore you with that much information.

Long-story-short, Sam Flynn is Kevin Flynn's son. I met him...not long ago. User-year 2010. We had a...poor introduction, but it wasn't his fault. He's a good User, and the Son of my second User. That makes him very important to me."

There's regret in his voice, and a sadness in his expression as his gaze drifts off, focusing on the far wall. There are so many things he wishes he could take back, now. Nothing turned out the way it was supposed to...

[loisfuckinglane]

Lois nodded at his acceptance of her idea. As much as she might not like the idea of adding any fuel to their fire, she understood that presenting citizens with nothing but the best of what they had to offer would make it seem like meaningless propaganda, not the real story of a bunch of people in a strange place, who were as flawed as anybody else.

Her eyebrows climbed momentarily as he told her he was a computer program. He sure didn't look virtual to her, but then again her capacity for accepting things that sounded impossible had definitely grown in her time here.

Still, this was... a lot to take in.

"You're telling me someone wrote a computer program that... created a reality?"

[tronja307020]

[He gave a wistful smile but shook his head, glad that it had mostly made sense to her, and understanding if the details were confusing.] Not quite. Programs can't create. It's not our place. We don't even have a system of reproduction, like Users do. It's their honor as the Creators.

No, think of it like the datapads. Every Program on the system is a person, and the Operating System itself is their world. That System is the reality. [Which would explain the little things about him that had already made some Users mistake him for someone who had lost touch with reality altogether. He was working with more then just a culture shock, he was suffering world shock, twice removed. Even the extremely geometric scar left by the wound that had destroyed half of his face and taken his eye, and the circuit-board pattern of the glowing lines peaking out from under his clothes showed he was a little different then most.]

[loisfuckinglane]

So what you're experiencing, coming... out here, is probably just as bizarre as how the Flynns felt being thrown into cyberspace, isn't it?

[tronja307020]

[He gives a small shrug, looking even more uncomfortable then before.] I...wouldn't say it's a very good comparison, myself.

Back home, before Flynn appeared, we viewed the Users...almost the way the Force-Users here view the Force. We couldn't see them, but we knew they were there, we devoted our entire existence to serving them and prayed to them for guidance...interacting with one or two Users, knowing them closely, was daunting at first, but easy enough to adjust to. But now, I...[He shakes his head, his uneasy expression shifting unconsciously, reflecting the fear and self-doubt he's been struggling to hide] Flynn never wanted the reverance. He called me his friend, but...old traditions are hard to break, and I'm not exactly-...

[He stops himself short, glancing away and thinking on something he must have thought better of mentioning before finally giving a small shrug and smiling back at her apologeticaly.]

[loisfuckinglane]

So almost more like suddenly finding yourselves pals with a deity, in some sense? That'd be a bit of a loop-thrower for anyone.