Voice testing; On decisions between future games

[perfectringofscars]

Now, now. Don't flake out on me, huh? You promised that when the others got settled, and you got this break, it'd be my turn.

Hey, you're the one that said it. And I'm not picky on places to end up, don't get me wrong. But uh...not sure about this user city you're thinking about. Too many problems, and I'm just one program.
But this glitched out other-Grid? Now that's just ridiculous. I'd go nuts in under a microcycle, just looking around at all that work undone.

You can do better. Come on, just let me do the choosing, and we'll get along just fine.
Now get me that list, and be quiet for a little bit.

Comments

[r_a_m_1982]

I can't blame your User for having second thoughts about you.

[perfectringofscars]

She'll learn, she's new at this.

Identify yourself for me, hmm?

[r_a_m_1982]

I doubt she has anything to learn from you. Anything good at least.

I'm Ram, an actuarial program.

[perfectringofscars]

Well, Ram, she's got a lot to learn about organization. Believe me on that one.

And I'm detecting an awful lot of hostility from a program I've never met before.

Snrrrk!

[tronja307020]

[He glares at Clu for a moment, crosses his arms, and then looks at Clu's Mun.]

Go ahead. Bring him to Free Grid. We'll give him a warm welcome.

[He's not talking to you, Clu, so there!]

|D;

[perfectringofscars]

[ Good luck with that, she's hiding behind her collection of crazy glowy dudes. ]

So much hostility isn't good for you, man.

Re: |D;

[tronja307020]

[He sees you back there, behind your viruses and Clus...!

He does his best not to react, his nostrils flaring and his lip curling before he clenches his hands and gives in to the snarl that wants to come.]

No, you're not good for me. Or anyone else for that matter. We finally have something good here. We don't need you glitching it up!

[fight4theusers]

Trust me, we don't need your kind of help on the Grid.

[perfectringofscars]

So I keep hearing. Got it all under control do you?

[fight4theusers]

[No, he can't exactly say that. But...]

Even chaos is better than your so-called perfection. And it is manageable.

[tanks4thememory]

[Yup, he's side-eyeing you here too, o' evil bro-gram.. Just... all the side-eyeing.] >_>

[perfectringofscars]

[ Well. This is weird with a nice side of awkward. ]

...Just left programs running around all over the place, didn't he.

[ You're a deadbeat dad, Flynn. ]

[tanks4thememory]

[Tell me about it.]

Not really. [Slight shrug.] Haven't actually been running anywhere for quite awhile, until recently.

[coadminclu]

[If they were meeting anywhere else--well. The alternate might have put in some practice time in his little Arena, but Clu's been training with Flynn and Encom's best programmers since that first trip Earthside. Not to mention sparring (properly) with Tron.]

[But that won't do any good out here. Getting some kind of answer might.]

I think you'd have a hard time adjusting well anywhere, to be honest. Too much out of your control. [His smile is more sad than angry, though both are visible in his face.]

When did you decide you were the only one capable of defining perfection?

[perfectringofscars]

[ More face!twins. This one is just getting a bemused shake of the head. ]

I didn't decide. That's what I was written for, what I was supposed to exist for. Learning software, though, that wasn't enough. Actually there's a lot of things that weren't 'enough', but that's something else entirely.

And the User world was always going to be an adjustment. I'm cool with that.

[coadminclu]

We were written to create the perfect system. Perfect for Flynn, and for everyone who lived there as far as possible within our resources.

Not just a place where no one ever says no to you. And even that didn't work as well as you hoped, did it.

Your system's a mess, if you hadn't noticed. I'd be surprised if Flynn could stand looking at it.

I can't blame you for thinking too small, I suppose. But you don't seem very good at learning from your mistakes.

[He grimaces, the humorless quirk of a bad joke.]

We probably get that from Flynn.

[notglitching]

[...

...freeze.

Turn.
Stare.

That's. Just about all Rinzler's managing as a first reaction.]

[perfectringofscars]

[ Well, considering your doubles have reacted with vitriol, or a drawn disk, it's a pretty positive reaction. ]

Hey, man. Seems like you've been on your own for a while now, huh? Don't worry about it, we'll sort all this out.

[ Have a sub-audible [Enter command: Present disk] as well. ]

[notglitching]

[Rinzler: the most positive. All the time.

...or possibly the most wary. Or rigid. Or maybe just stalling out.

Visuals: match.
Render: match.
Signature: match.

It could be a trap. Or a lie. More user tricks, again. Rinzler doesn't know. And just maybe, he doesn't want to.

The command gets a reaction, though. Immediate. Mask dips, reach behind. And if his sound's harsher, louder, skipping out with just an edge more irregularity than usual... the program doesn't break protocol.]

[deusadmachina]

[His voice is quiet. Calm.]

...Clu.

Where would you go? If it was up to you.

[perfectringofscars]

[ Wow. So not wanting to answer this, but... ]

Somewhere far away from you.

[ And all the reminders of you, and your judgement, your constant disregard of the system you would have left in chaos. Somewhere new, and free.
But, uh. Not keen on sharing that. ]

[deusadmachina]

I suspected as much.

[A sad sigh. Flynn put Clu through a lot of pain, and knows it. He made Clu what he is. And he's more sorry than he could ever say.]

Do you remember what happened at the portal?

[creator_man]

Clu.

[perfectringofscars]

[ Have a bitter probably slightly crazy laugh. ]

Flynn.

[creator_man]

*just... watches him for a while, silently. And then* Who else do you share processor time with?