[Filtered away from wardens, and after a pensive pause:]

This system will breakdown, at some point, and this ship will fall apart--all its inhabitants included.  The Admiral is incompetent, the wardens are disgustingly exploitative [and clearly no better than Flynn was to him, back in his mirror!world], and we 'inmates' have done no wrong to ( Read more... )

[When the comm switches on, CLU is seated squarely within the video's frame. His expression is forcibly impassive, though it looks like his jaw is clenched tight.

That is, until he speaks in a voice identical to Flynn's own.]

Kevin Flynn.

We need to talk.

 ((Rageee, LJ won't let me upload pictures.  Here's one in here instead:))


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 [The video clicks on. It's noticeably dark in the room, yet there's movement as CLU sits down within the frame. The black suit that the program wears is lined with circuits that glow a brilliant golden hue, and the self-emitted light splashes up to illuminate the expression on his face: faint contempt, a mouth quirked down in a frown. The first ( Read more... )

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