It was finished. He was done.
All hope, everything, rested now on Beck. And it made Tron’s entire being quail to the core to think of the dangers, the trials and tribulations, the Program would endure without him. He could hardly bear the thought of it. His own death seemed small in comparison to that burden his friend, his…what did Users call them?....his son would now carry.
A shudder passed through him. He could feel the repurposer begin to analyze his code sending bursts of black into his already depleted vision. He sensed a similarity to the functions of a Security Program, his functions, somehow transferred into a thoughtless mac