[mini-fill] Practical String Theory 1a/1shinymessoyayOctober 27 2011, 05:02:10 UTC
Oh man, this ended up making me feel like. Super sappy. Thanks for the awesome prompt.
Tron is in the Rectifier one fractal of a cycle and gone the next.
Tron opens his eyes and realizes he's in a bland, empty room with no doors, but a window overlooking the portal, which is much closer than it should be. He must be at the edge of the Grid, one of those buildings daringly close to the Sea of Simulation.
Then he hears the voice. /Wow, Tron...who's been messing with your code? This is all jacked up. Take a break while I patch you up and figure out where the damage came from./
Tron is so tired of fighting, of waiting for Flynn, of disappointment, that he doesn't even try to resist this new User who has rescued him
( ... )
[mini-fill] Practical String Theory 1b/1shinymessoyayOctober 27 2011, 05:05:39 UTC
"Uh...OK..." Sam queries the intruding program and gets its name and filepath, then tries to shut it down. It takes five tries and an override password he only knows because he's been through every single piece of paper his dad had left behind, after the police had returned it all, but he finally got it to do what he wanted.
Sam's frown deepens as he considers that. "I thought Clu was a good guy..."
He sits still for a long minute, uncomfortable, and then quickly reactivates what security functions Clu had managed to turn off and then he sits back and takes a good look around the room. It could've been the last place his dad had been before...
He finally notices the laser.
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After he has a chance to look it over and realizes where it's pointing, Sam's stomach clenches fiercely. You promised to take me with you, dad, he thinks. Well, I'm coming in. Ready or not.He recalls the last action his father had taken and the command prompt it called up. He thinks about his options, and then goes back to Tron's folder
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Re: [mini-fill] Practical String Theory 1b/1shinymessoyayOctober 27 2011, 05:07:44 UTC
Note here, bc character limit: and together, THEY FIGHT CRIME. No, srsly, I feel like I don't know enough to write action scenes. They save the ISOs and the rest of the grid and get Kevin out.
And hey, Alan's there, and the truth will set you free, Kevin Flynn. Happily ever after with frequent weekends spent in the Grid, imminent. The End.
Tron is in the Rectifier one fractal of a cycle and gone the next.
Tron opens his eyes and realizes he's in a bland, empty room with no doors, but a window overlooking the portal, which is much closer than it should be. He must be at the edge of the Grid, one of those buildings daringly close to the Sea of Simulation.
Then he hears the voice. /Wow, Tron...who's been messing with your code? This is all jacked up. Take a break while I patch you up and figure out where the damage came from./
Tron is so tired of fighting, of waiting for Flynn, of disappointment, that he doesn't even try to resist this new User who has rescued him ( ... )
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Sam's frown deepens as he considers that. "I thought Clu was a good guy..."
He sits still for a long minute, uncomfortable, and then quickly reactivates what security functions Clu had managed to turn off and then he sits back and takes a good look around the room. It could've been the last place his dad had been before...
He finally notices the laser.
~
After he has a chance to look it over and realizes where it's pointing, Sam's stomach clenches fiercely. You promised to take me with you, dad, he thinks. Well, I'm coming in. Ready or not.He recalls the last action his father had taken and the command prompt it called up. He thinks about his options, and then goes back to Tron's folder ( ... )
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And hey, Alan's there, and the truth will set you free, Kevin Flynn. Happily ever after with frequent weekends spent in the Grid, imminent. The End.
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I think this is the very first little-Sam-goes-to-the-Grid-alone fic on here.
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I hope you write more. :)
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