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Even after Jarvis was appointed to the top standing position in Clu’s regime, he still didn’t receive as much praise as Rinzler, praise Jarvis didn’t even believe he deserved. A wave of a gloved hand, a short nod-these were the only signs when he knew that his master is satisfied with his progress. Jarvis doesn’t know how exactly Clu shows his appreciation for his pet, but no doubt it’s plenty more than a simple pat on the back. Whenever he sees Clue leading Rinzler into his quarters after a round of Games, Jarvis would feel his system twist painfully with the emotions he had come to learn as anger and jealousy.
The emotions had been bottled up for dozens of cycles, but Jarvis wouldn’t dare let those feelings spill out of his thoughts for fear of upsetting Clu. The last thing he wanted was to be derezzed, or worse, expelled from the regime and expected to survive on the streets like a lowly program.
It was a while after a Disk Game had ended when Jarvis saw Clu leaving his quarters alone, which meant Rinzler was still in the room. As his helmet coded, Clu headed down the corridor in the officer’s direction. Thinking he was going to address him, Jarvis put on his best smile and, when Clu was close enough, began to talk about the reports displayed on the board in his hands. It felt like part of him was receiving a deresolution when Clu brushed past him without a word. His fingertips clawed at the board with distress. Then anger welled up. He looked at Clu’s door with malice.
After cautiously looking over his shoulder to make sure Clu had left the corridor, Jarvis decoded his board and trudged to the door. A Black Guard passed him but didn’t seem to notice anything suspicious about the officer; they usually ignored him anyway. When the Guard was gone, Jarvis pressed the button that triggered the door to recede into the wall.
Jarvis wasn’t a stranger to Clu’s quarters. He was sometimes called here to get orders or report on certain things; he never asked why they would have discussions somewhere so seemingly private. The room was plain, like most of the other quarters, except for a couple of tables and chairs, and a long ottoman. Rinzler was lounging on the ottoman with his helmeted head resting on one of the arms. At first the program didn’t give any signs of noticing the officer; Jarvis assumed Rinzler thought Clu had returned.
“Hello,” Jarvis sneered after the other program finally notices his presence. Rinzler shot up to a sitting position.
“You’re not allowed in here,” Rinzler said, his real voice broken by his helmet. “Get out.”
Most of Jarvis’s confidence disintegrated and he was about to plead to Rinzler not to tell Clu about the intrusion when his eye caught something resting in a dish on the table beside him. At first he thought they were the two spheres Clu used to manipulate Rinzler’s fighting techniques during the Games, but these ones were different. They had blue circuits.
Jarvis was acutely aware of the eyes watching his every move, but he reached for the spheres anyway. His fingertips were about to touch the two objects when he heard a growl from the other program.
“Those aren’t for you to touch.” Jarvis almost smiled at the ridiculousness of his words.
Keeping his hand hovering over the dish, Jarvis decided to ask his question. “Tell me, Rinzler, why would Clu have something User related?”
Rinzler didn’t seem to have an answer. His body was tense and ready to lunge as the officer turned and used his other hand to push the button that sealed the door. Jarvis wanted to make sure no unwanted attention from a Guard would disrupt the conversation.
“Well? You can trust me, Rinzler. I just want to understand why blue circuits would be in this district.”
“Why would I trust you when Clu doesn’t even fully trust you?” Rinzler retorted, avoiding the question at hand again; Jarvis now wondered if the program even knew the answer. Nevertheless, Rinzler’s words struck a nerve and he knew it. “Do you know he has you followed by Guards when you go on your little errands? You little sycophant, you actually think Clu respects you?”
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