[semi-open] computer programs + space lsd = ???

[smellslikejail]

who ; the residents of Tronhaus
what ; TRIPPIN' BALLS also trip-sitting, depending on who you are
where ; Tronhaus
when ; Saturday the 14th
warning(s) ; ... computer programs tripping for the very first time?

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We leave you these things, you'll remember our names;

[a_perfect_end]

[Despite Flynn's assurances that whatever was contaminating the water supply was nonlethal, there were transmissions of...questionable lucidity exploding through the network, and he knew from hard experience that many of the station Users had access to ridiculously powerful weaponry.

It was literally impossible to ignore a problem of this size.

And when Clu considered it in terms of all the recent arrivals from in-system--and one new face in particular--it made his jaw clench until his vision whited out, spark-hot.

It would be a tactical error not to appear.

That was the reason he gave Rinzler.

At least he had an reason, this time.]

[double_discs]

[Rinzler couldn't have cared less about the reason. Reasoning was for CLU to process; he was just the muscle. Or, electronic equivalent thereof.

He followed after his leader without a second calculation, eager and patient all in the same moment, movements fluid and languid despite the tension in his form.

At least they entered through the front door this time. The elevator ride was excruciating. Not enough room for CLU to legitimately pace; too long of an endeavor not to try.

Then they were up and out and Rinzler glanced sideways at his administrator. Did he need to track or could CLU feel the User's presence clear now that they were so near?]

[a_perfect_end]

[Perhaps it was extraneous, but the reasoning troubled him, and so he parsed it out, spelled it out, for his program in turn. And had gotten this suggestion for it.

The direct approach. Probably--a nod to his enforcer's capabilities--probably they should have done this before.

Not as awesome as the roof, though. He'd always found elevators to be. The worst. An vertical wait without room for movement and uniformly lousy music.

Rinzler waited, ready-mode, once they hit the floor.

Clu shook his head, just slightly, at that expression--I've got Flynn; you worry about the door. Security was just not Clu's area. He believed strongly in credit where it was due, grinning.

By all means, do your thing.]

[double_discs]

[Rinzler stepped forward.

There wasn't really much to it--the enforcer was becoming increasingly more aware that Flynn wasn't trying to keep them out--it took a simple matter of nanoseconds before the door opened at his touch. He waved CLU through and followed.

The User's presence--Flynn's presence--hung clear in the air. The enforcer wouldn't have even needed to use a tracking routine to find the Creator. CLU knew where he was going and Rinzler followed like a leashed pet, ready to spring on any obstacles the moment they showed themselves.

There...weren't really any. Flynn was just suddenly there, sitting in the middle of the room, and Rinzler stopped in the threshold to allow his leader the illusion of being alone with the User.]