Tron: Remembrance - Chapter Two
Tron opened his eyes to a different world. The terrain around him was obviously damaged–he could see areas where the ground was derezzing and crumbling away. He didn't know what had happened, but it must have been devastatingly powerful for it to cause a surge strong enough to bring him back up to the surface. Looking across the expanse of the Sea, he could perceive that the portal was closed and Clu's command ship was nowhere to be seen. What did that mean? Had Clu succeeded in transporting himself and an entire force of his loyal Black Guards into Flynn's world? Did Flynn escape?
The Sea of Simulation lapped at his feet, whispering softly, while his body reclined on a rough surface of digital rock. Groaning softly, he rolled onto his stomach and pulled himself further onto the shore.
He was still alive.
And he was also still
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Streams of errant data flowed up from the depths of the Sea as he sunk down. Rinzler's coding screamed at him, telling him to move, to swim to the surface and save himself. But from the depths of his core, the program he had been–the program that had fought for the Users–stubbornly ran a counter-command, rendering Rinzler helpless.
It was his fate to derez here. He would not resist.
The surface grew further and further away as he was swallowed by the depths of the Sea. It was ironic that he would meet his end here, of all places.
The place where Flynn's miracle had emerged.
The part of him that remained Tron had awakened when Flynn called his name.
Tron, what have you become?
Only at the last, when Clu had been about to derez the light-jet carrying Flynn, Sam, and the last ISO, had Tron been able to regain control over his own body. Memories that had been suppressed by Clu's protocols had surfaced in a furious explosion that had disorie
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Even Tron City had not escaped the destruction Flynn had caused. Having at last reached the very outskirts of the once-great city, its namesake could see many places where the buildings had been partially destroyed in the blast. He wondered how many unfortunate and unsuspecting programs had been killed without even knowing what hit them.
Flynn, is this going to be your legacy?
No. I won't let it be.
Glancing upwards, he noticed that the once-prominent End of Line club building was glaringly missing. He remembered leaving there in pursuit of Flynn, on Clu's instructions, only a few megacycles earlier, so what could…oh, he knew. Of course, Clu had destroyed it to erase any witnesses.
Tron had chosen to edit the settings of his armor in order to conceal the T-symbol on his chest, whic
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The renegade program led him back into the Outlands, almost out of sight of the city, before she stopped in a narrow canyon. "It's here. The tunnel entrance is inside a small cave further down this ravine."
"Why wasn't it ever found by Clu's patrols?"
"The entrance is blocked by a firewall. Only programs who know it's there can get inside, or even see it."
"Well, it was built during the Purge. You know how it was back then," the girl said quietly. "It got so bad that ISO's were being cut down in the streets, while Clu was telling everyone that his takeover was for the greater good. Anybody who didn't agree was taken to the games. Programs were running scared, not knowing who to trust. The programs who built the tunnels probably took every precaution against being discovered."
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The long trek back to civilization revealed to Tron just how badly the Grid had been damaged in the mysterious catastrophe. Everywhere he looked there were deep abrasions in the land that were slowly widening as the corruption spread. He could also see hoards of gridbugs feeding on the damaged code, eroding it further with their insatiable hunger for energy.
The Grid was falling apart.
Kneeling down, Tron placed one hand on the ground and said, "Access Grid memory, cycle 3023, 07.98 hours, Portal 25."
He'd been putting this off for the past several megacycles, but couldn't stand it anymore.
He had to know. He had to know what had happened with Flynn and Clu.
A holographic screen rose up from the ground in front of him and began replaying the events that had occurred at the Portal. Tron
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Alliances do not last forever, and the agreement between the humans and us was no exception. Once it was decided that our Decepticon foes were no longer on their planet, Earth's leaders once more asked for our departure. We left without a fight. But still we watched, and waited; waited for a sign that all was not as it seemed.
Our enemies had not abandoned the war, and once again Earth was put in the middle. While they may have forgotten us, the day will never come when we forsake the human race. That much has been promised.
Iris brushed a stray strand of her light brown hair out of her blue eyes, tucking it behind her ear as she smiled at the next man in line. She didn't particularly enjoy smiling so often, let alone for so long, but that was part of the job requirement to be a cashier at Wal-Mart apparently. And a part she could live without.
"Hi, did you find everything alright today?" she asked with a lovely voice.
The man huffed and walked away a
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Coming to the entrance of the largest room Tron had yet seen, he was met by a most unusual scene. If Flynn had been there, the User would have explained that this place was much like a hospital in the Real World. Numerous white-garbed programs–some with yellow hacker circuitry, and others with regular blue–were tending to programs of all kinds, even–and this was truly surprising–some repurposed programs. The patients were either sitting or lying on flat, padded beds. They were all different, but in one way they were all the same: their eyes all had a dull, listless look.
“All of these…” he said in a whisper.
“None of the patients here have their discs,” Hex answered in a subdued tone. “Most of them hardly remember who they are, so it really doesn’t really matter anymore what their circuitry color is.”
Tron took a step forward, then another, until he found himself walking slowly by each of