Re: Betrayal - part 7.
anonymous
December 6 2011, 09:27:38 UTC
VII.
They were standing on the top of the building. The sentries and the guards were waiting for Clu’s command without a stir. He was watching the light beam of the portal in the distance. It had been too long: the User delayed his departure again - and for the last time now. He looked at his companions. Their circuits were glowing red; he did not program that, the switch happened to them because they served Clu now against the User. Down there Flynn was about to exit the building and leave for the portal. Clu started and the others followed him.
The hall of the building was large and seemingly deserted. Flynn walked through it with his companion: Clu recognized the program and the realization made him stop for a second. It was Tron - and it was not Tron: Tron was lying in a cave, abandoned and betrayed. This one was a new version of him, updated. Tron had been faithful to the User: this version was listening to Flynn’s tirade with outmost devotion. Clu was wondering if there was a new version of himself in the works, one without doubts and objections.
“Flynn” he yelled. The User stopped abruptly, looking in his direction, dumbfounded. “Am I still to create the perfect system?”
Flynn and his new program stared at Clu who was walking toward them. The security program stepped ahead and brought out his disc with obvious delight on his face that he could fight for his User. Clu had his own disc in his hand in an instant. The User flew, saving himself and letting down his new creation too - and the program attacked Clu. As he parried the blow Clu felt enormous anger for this treason, for the very existence of this creature, while Tron was dying in that dark cave. It was such a small thing compared to Flynn’s failure with the whole system, but it hurt Clu enough not to cry out for the guards. He wanted to deal with this thing himself, even though it meant giving Flynn a chance to escape as the guards and sentries were not programmed to kill the User and they did not have the capability to capture him.
Struck, parry and struck again: there was no way for any program to stand their ground against Clu, yet this one lasted long. At the end he lost his disc and he got to the ground - and for a very second Clu considered not making the final blow. Then the damned creature looked up at him with implacable hate on his face. The only reason that he is here, thought Clu, Tron’s loyalty to the Grid. Had he betrayed the programs, he could be here, whole again, fighting for the User.
His disc came down and beheaded the security program; Clu was standing above him as he fell to pixels.
Re: Betrayal - part 8.
anonymous
December 6 2011, 09:28:29 UTC
VIII.
Upon his return a few microcycles later he found the cave empty. He walked out and recalled the trail that Tron had left: it led to the top of the cliff above the cave. Clu followed the lead and made his way up there. Tron was sitting on a large rock on the edge; he looked up at Clu’s arrival. Clu was silent: he had almost lost his hope that he would see him like that again.
“Did he die?” asked Tron.
“No, he got away” replied Clu.
“I saw the portal dissolving.”
“He was late getting there. He’s trapped here.”
Tron nodded and turned back to the view.
“How…?” started Clu. Tron tilted his head.
“I’m okay. But… I’m not Tron anymore.”
Clu did not understand it first; then he remembered.
“I gave you a different name to hide you from him” he said. “Give me your disc. He can’t hurt you anymore. I will give your name back.”
“It’s fine” said Tron after a moment of hesitation. “I’ll keep this.”
Clu felt some strange warmth hearing that.
“We have to go” he said.
“I’m not going back.”
Clu sat down onto a rock.
“We have a designation” he said.
“You have a designation. I… I don’t know what I am” said Tron slowly.
“Because I didn’t make a good job with your code. We need to go back and…”
“You did a good job. Thank you for that. You were right. But going back means…”
“That we will create the perfect system” finished Clu. They were sitting there for long.
Clu stood up finally. Tron did not look at him.
“You can choose staying here” said Clu. “If you do so, nobody will come and bother you. But I will wait for you, because your place is there, in your city. Keep that in mind.”
Re: Betrayal - part 9. - ending
anonymous
December 6 2011, 09:29:18 UTC
IX.
Time. Waiting.
It took long. It was not eventless: the life continued and there was plenty to accomplish. All the Basics returned to home, for good now, to work on their own projects. New roads, new buildings emerged - a new order. Delegation came from the ISOs, just to be sent home without the chance to see Clu. They tried to instigate rebellion then, which was beaten down quickly, but no retribution followed. The sense of waiting was palpable, now for everybody.
Clu received reports about the User who found shelter outside of the Grid and lived there now, exiled the same way as Clu had been before. He let him be: he did not want his death, he had never done it. If Clu wanted anything from him that was the promise to be kept and that opportunity was gone. Along with the regular constructions battleships and Recognizers were created. The ISO city was collapsing under the bug attacks.
Then, after so long that Clu almost gave up hope, he came. He was silent and almost casual, the only indicator of his decision was the red color of his circuits. His helmet was activated, hiding his face as if he was saying goodbye to his old beliefs the same way as he had let go his original name.
“It’s good to see you” said Clu, with the obvious relief in his voice. “Rinzler.”
The program tilted his head in the fashion he had used to do it.
The Black Guard was summoned and the Recognizers lifted up from the ground. Clu walked on the streets of Arjia City as if to return the ISOs’ visit.
“Greetings, programs” he said. “We’re going to create the perfect system.”
Re: Betrayal - part 9. - ending grey_swDecember 7 2011, 03:17:46 UTC
I love it! Very clever use of quotes and scenes from the original -- I especially love the idea of a false Tron, recreated without doubts or outside loyalties. Thanks for posting this!
Re: Betrayal - part 9. - ending /OP here
anonymous
December 9 2011, 08:18:31 UTC
OMG!!! *runs around like a headless chicken in glee*
Just,- let me read it three more times and then I might be able to comment something more coherent than declaring you're my hero, 'kay?! Thank you sooo much for writing this! It's great!
*hugz to pieces*
PS: Is there anything I can offer as a thank you? I can't write slash (well, anything beyond off-screen/innuendo) and I can't handle female characters (which shouldn't be too much of an issue, maybe) but - anything else? A prompt you would like to see filled?
Re: Betrayal - part 9. - ending /OP here
anonymous
December 10 2011, 00:24:49 UTC
Ahahaha, I am happy that you liked it.
I would not ask anybody to fill a prompt that pleases me, because I what I do like to read is extremely dark stuff, but what I need is to find smart and challenging prompts like this, that have depth and at least one reader expects them to be filled. There are still some in the prompt swap thread, but most of them are taken already (others promised a fill). So if you see one prompt that is not taken and sounds interesting, I would appreciate a pinpoint. Otherwise that's it, it was my pleasure to fill this.
They were standing on the top of the building. The sentries and the guards were waiting for Clu’s command without a stir. He was watching the light beam of the portal in the distance. It had been too long: the User delayed his departure again - and for the last time now. He looked at his companions. Their circuits were glowing red; he did not program that, the switch happened to them because they served Clu now against the User. Down there Flynn was about to exit the building and leave for the portal. Clu started and the others followed him.
The hall of the building was large and seemingly deserted. Flynn walked through it with his companion: Clu recognized the program and the realization made him stop for a second. It was Tron - and it was not Tron: Tron was lying in a cave, abandoned and betrayed. This one was a new version of him, updated. Tron had been faithful to the User: this version was listening to Flynn’s tirade with outmost devotion. Clu was wondering if there was a new version of himself in the works, one without doubts and objections.
“Flynn” he yelled. The User stopped abruptly, looking in his direction, dumbfounded. “Am I still to create the perfect system?”
Flynn and his new program stared at Clu who was walking toward them. The security program stepped ahead and brought out his disc with obvious delight on his face that he could fight for his User. Clu had his own disc in his hand in an instant. The User flew, saving himself and letting down his new creation too - and the program attacked Clu. As he parried the blow Clu felt enormous anger for this treason, for the very existence of this creature, while Tron was dying in that dark cave. It was such a small thing compared to Flynn’s failure with the whole system, but it hurt Clu enough not to cry out for the guards. He wanted to deal with this thing himself, even though it meant giving Flynn a chance to escape as the guards and sentries were not programmed to kill the User and they did not have the capability to capture him.
Struck, parry and struck again: there was no way for any program to stand their ground against Clu, yet this one lasted long. At the end he lost his disc and he got to the ground - and for a very second Clu considered not making the final blow. Then the damned creature looked up at him with implacable hate on his face. The only reason that he is here, thought Clu, Tron’s loyalty to the Grid. Had he betrayed the programs, he could be here, whole again, fighting for the User.
His disc came down and beheaded the security program; Clu was standing above him as he fell to pixels.
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Upon his return a few microcycles later he found the cave empty. He walked out and recalled the trail that Tron had left: it led to the top of the cliff above the cave. Clu followed the lead and made his way up there. Tron was sitting on a large rock on the edge; he looked up at Clu’s arrival. Clu was silent: he had almost lost his hope that he would see him like that again.
“Did he die?” asked Tron.
“No, he got away” replied Clu.
“I saw the portal dissolving.”
“He was late getting there. He’s trapped here.”
Tron nodded and turned back to the view.
“How…?” started Clu. Tron tilted his head.
“I’m okay. But… I’m not Tron anymore.”
Clu did not understand it first; then he remembered.
“I gave you a different name to hide you from him” he said. “Give me your disc. He can’t hurt you anymore. I will give your name back.”
“It’s fine” said Tron after a moment of hesitation. “I’ll keep this.”
Clu felt some strange warmth hearing that.
“We have to go” he said.
“I’m not going back.”
Clu sat down onto a rock.
“We have a designation” he said.
“You have a designation. I… I don’t know what I am” said Tron slowly.
“Because I didn’t make a good job with your code. We need to go back and…”
“You did a good job. Thank you for that. You were right. But going back means…”
“That we will create the perfect system” finished Clu. They were sitting there for long.
Clu stood up finally. Tron did not look at him.
“You can choose staying here” said Clu. “If you do so, nobody will come and bother you. But I will wait for you, because your place is there, in your city. Keep that in mind.”
With that he left.
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Time. Waiting.
It took long. It was not eventless: the life continued and there was plenty to accomplish. All the Basics returned to home, for good now, to work on their own projects. New roads, new buildings emerged - a new order. Delegation came from the ISOs, just to be sent home without the chance to see Clu. They tried to instigate rebellion then, which was beaten down quickly, but no retribution followed. The sense of waiting was palpable, now for everybody.
Clu received reports about the User who found shelter outside of the Grid and lived there now, exiled the same way as Clu had been before. He let him be: he did not want his death, he had never done it. If Clu wanted anything from him that was the promise to be kept and that opportunity was gone. Along with the regular constructions battleships and Recognizers were created. The ISO city was collapsing under the bug attacks.
Then, after so long that Clu almost gave up hope, he came. He was silent and almost casual, the only indicator of his decision was the red color of his circuits. His helmet was activated, hiding his face as if he was saying goodbye to his old beliefs the same way as he had let go his original name.
“It’s good to see you” said Clu, with the obvious relief in his voice. “Rinzler.”
The program tilted his head in the fashion he had used to do it.
The Black Guard was summoned and the Recognizers lifted up from the ground. Clu walked on the streets of Arjia City as if to return the ISOs’ visit.
“Greetings, programs” he said. “We’re going to create the perfect system.”
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Just,- let me read it three more times and then I might be able to comment something more coherent than declaring you're my hero, 'kay?! Thank you sooo much for writing this! It's great!
*hugz to pieces*
PS: Is there anything I can offer as a thank you? I can't write slash (well, anything beyond off-screen/innuendo) and I can't handle female characters (which shouldn't be too much of an issue, maybe) but - anything else? A prompt you would like to see filled?
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I would not ask anybody to fill a prompt that pleases me, because I what I do like to read is extremely dark stuff, but what I need is to find smart and challenging prompts like this, that have depth and at least one reader expects them to be filled. There are still some in the prompt swap thread, but most of them are taken already (others promised a fill). So if you see one prompt that is not taken and sounds interesting, I would appreciate a pinpoint. Otherwise that's it, it was my pleasure to fill this.
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Ah, too bad, but I have to admit that overly dark stuff is hard for me to do ^-^ But I think I found some prompts that might fit the bill - I hope:
http://tronkinkmeme.livejournal.com/1551.html?thread=437519#t437519
http://tronkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4397.html?thread=3684909#t3684909
http://tronkinkmeme.livejournal.com/5506.html?thread=4643202#t4643202
And one that sounds really dark (and potentially fucked up):
http://tronkinkmeme.livejournal.com/3950.html?thread=2042990#t2042990
I hope that something of this will fit! If not - my ideas tend to be epic length ALWAYS LOL But you are surely fed up with me by now LOL
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Thank you :D I am not fed up: thanks for everything. And epic stories are the BEST, (http://tronkinkmeme.livejournal.com/3950.html?thread=2203246#t2203246 - I would write this now if I would not be involved with another epic that I started earlier.) Who knows? Thanks again!
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