first log． [ VIDEO → TEXT ]

[silentexe]

[ the feed clicks on, coming to focus on a figure whose face is obscured by a helmet. he leans a little closer to it, as if examining the thing curiously, head tilting just slightly as a finger comes up to tap the screen. there's a few moments where the view shifts suddenly while he turns it over in his hands, then focuses again on him, briefly,

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TECHNOLOGY-ILLITERATE MAN HERE

[foolnornovice]

Quorra--the name has been said here.

What have you been told?

THIS IS SURE TO BE FUN

[silentexe]

I have located Quorra. Thank you.

Regarding the city and situation - very little. Only that we are located in the 'real world'. [ which is still blowing his little basic mind so excuse him for that. ]

PLEASE DON'T TROLL HIM

[foolnornovice]

'Real world'? The place is called Icarus, but you have already surmised that. It is a place no one seems to be familiar with--as it stands there are no citizens, they have all disappeared.

We have been left alone.

NAH ANON DOESN'T TROLL, HE GETS TROLLED, IT'S OKAY

[silentexe]

Real world - the world of the Users, outside the Grid. They... disappeared? Is that a natural occurrence?

OH COOL THEN THEY MIGHT GET ALONG

[foolnornovice]

What is the Grid?

It is unnatural, unnerving. There is no logical reason as to how or why.

AT THE VERY LEAST THEY CAN SHARE A LOVE FOR PARKOUR

[silentexe]

A part of the TRON System, a closed computer system.

There are no signs as to how it happened, or whether they will return?

HECK YES LET'S GO CLIMB BUILDINGS TOGETHER

[foolnornovice]

I do not understand these words--how advanced is the technology where you are from?

None at all.