[.011 -- VIDEO]

[systmadmin]

[Well hello Barge. It's CLU! Except not really. The smile on his face is genuinely friendly, and he's decked out in a white program suit that's lined with a complex pattern of yellow circuitry.

His manner of speech is also noticeably more stilted and wooden than his counterpart's.]

Hello there fellow programs. It appears I have been recently

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[most_feared]

[Oh god. Awkward.] Buddy, I hate to tell you, but you're so far off the Grid your User ain't gonna be able to hear you.

[systmadmin]

[There's a small flash of alarm that crosses his face, but his voice still manages to have that slightly odd monotone edge to it.]

Oh. What do you mean by that? Where am I? Does this place not have any functional I/O towers? [Because oh User that would be really bad.]

Communication with my User is of the utmost importance at the moment.

[most_feared]

there aren't [Sorry there.] What's going on at this moment?

You'll end up being sent back to where you were.

[systmadmin]

I am in need of instructions as to what I have to do here--I must be here for a specific reason, and my User would know that reason.

[But then he looks a little more relieved, even with the news that there aren't any functioning I/O towers here.] It is only temporary? Excellent. It is important that I get back to carry out my duty.

[thewheelofdeath]

Your User. Your master?

[systmadmin]

My User. Creator. The one who programmed me. [Each sentence is said in a deeply reverent tone.]

Are you not familiar with the term?

[thewheelofdeath]

I am.

[it's his master. that wasn't so hard was it?]

[systmadmin]

Ah. Why did you ask about it?