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dear_mun2012-06-01 02:58 am
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Working on app for abax like a MADMAN, also Clu personality gets to play for once
Well, well, well, would you look at this! You're finally letting me out first instead of Flynn, for once. Usually you let him do the talking, and look frustrated, potentially glitching, as he tells me to shut up. [A dark grin, though the tone of his voice reflects displeasure.]
About time too. It was getting rather... uncomfortable being stuck where he wouldn't let me out. It's his space, which for me means I can't fix any of it. You know him; messy, chaotic, impulsive, and that's something that not even 1000 cycles of meditating can change.
I understand that this isn't the system that I was meant to govern, but old habits die hard, so he has said, and I am an ambitious man. You should both know that well enough. He programmed me to be this way, and unlike some programs, I'm not a man to go against order.
As for that other Clu of your's around, disperse any delusions you have that I resemble him in any way. His way of thinking has become soft, has given way to the fallacies of human code that he and I, regrettably, have inherited from being copied by our user. I am not him. I will not fall to faulty code, and I will not be weak and forget what it was that I was written for.
But I didn't come here to publicly disgrace Flynn or your other Clu. Is that what this looks like to you? No! Actually, I wanted to say congratulations! You are actually following through with something. That is more than I can say for someone else...
/flails in your general direction
The enforcer will just... be trying to avoid notice. Of course, that plan hits deletion about ten nanos in with the skipping, jarring rumble rising up unsteadily with error. No hiding. Fine.
Stance locks, hunched tight, head lowered. Stays, waiting, his usual submissive standby. But that can't quite hold, either. Eyes flick up, expression twists with agitation and fear and something almost closer to anger.
Rinzler's glaring at you, Clu.]
/flails back because Rinzler is so intense
[Why wouldn't Rinzler want to be around Clu though? He's such a friendly guy, you know.
Clu watches him, exercising caution until he knows where this one's allegiances lie. Tron was a glitched program, as was Rinzler, and with all the malevolent players, it was tricky to be sure.
The anger was an interesting look though. Funny too. He chuckles, grin overtaking his face.]
What's that look for? I can't even remember a time where Tron looked as aggressive as that.
Ff. Your Flynn/Clu's good at getting reactions. |D;
...it wasn't funny.]
Not Tron.
[True. Even if the use of voice marked him far too openly as not quite what Rinzler should be.]
Oho, well, keeps the ball rolling? XD
I never said you were. Call it more... an uncanny resemblance in programming.
[When he had control over things, the silent obedience was definitely how he liked Rinzler to behave. It's a different setting now, different game, and it would be lying to himself if he didn't admit that he liked seeing fight from Rinzler. It was what he did best after all.
There's a faint stirring from Flynn in the corners of his mind. Not horribly present though, not enough to really bother him right now.]
:3 So it does.
...known.
[That "resemblance". What he was. What you did. Rinzler's known for a while now. He's not Tron, and he won't be. But Rinzler's not so certain about being yours either, now.]
By the by, I swoon every time I get a tag from you.
So Rinzler... I'd say a report is well overdue.
[Hands on his hips, he looks expectantly at him. Disc or words, he doesn't care which, hence not putting out his hand for the disc. Clu knows how precious a disc is, and judging by how this has gone so far, he probably won't hand it over.]
lsadkfjalklsdafj at you, O Writer of Awesome. |D;;
So while there's a moment of lag, harsh jarring noise spilling through clenched teeth, his head dips at the implied command. Stare doesn't quite lower—stays, close and wary, marking the admin's position. And he doesn't reach back, doesn't ready his disk to present—no matter how much the stifling edges of deep-set command press in with shoulds. All the same, the word that forces out past the sound of conflict can't quite match up to the defiance of the earlier glare.]
Topic.
[That command might be ambiguous to qualify (barely) as permission, but words still don't come easily enough for the enforcer to pull off a full data dump aloud. You're going to have to be more specific, Clu.]
shhh you
Your life. I'm sure there's a lot I've missed.
[Narrowing things down is for suckers.]
I accept no shhs. :P
System transfer: -0.821 cycles.
No logged events: deresolution.
[And useful answers are for glitches. Have the most general summary Rinzler could formulate, delivered in an equally flat tone. He can play this Game too, admin.]
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...He's far better than you are. For all his flaws, Kevin Flynn is a User. He deserves respect.
[...Or she'll just throw her metaphorical hat in the ring.]
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[Clu sees all, knows everything--(whoops, wrong canon).
Well, that ruffled his feathers a little.]
I had respect for him once. Being abandoned to run an entire system can really change a program.
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And seeing what one program can do to an entire system can really change a program, too. You didn't have to- to ruin everything like that!
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He programmed me. He told ME that my directive was to make the system perfect. Did he define perfect? No. I only had what little he had given me to assume what it was that he wanted. I followed through on my end. He didn't follow through on his.
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oh wow tldr, whoooops
If he had told me that there was actually a plan for the ISOs, if he had explained, then maybe things wouldn't have turned out the way they did. Instead he had to drop everything so he could coddle and nurture them with no explanation.
[He winces a moment. Flynn is stirring more, but he refuses to leave yet.]
As for rectifying programs, that really was more of an inevitable evil. Programs can't repair other programs to the extent a user can. If there's too much damaged code, then the only way to fix it is to recycle the data, which would have meant the programs becoming someone else no matter what. That was the only way that I could fix the programs without Flynn. Pardon me if I took liberties to re-program them in line with the system's vision.
Too many damaged programs puts a strain on how the system runs itself, which causes more grid-bugs to spawn.
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...Liar. If damaged programs caused grid-bugs, then why destroy us? You threw perfectly whole programs into the Games and made them fight to the death. You destroyed us. My friends. Me.
[The look in her eyes is pure hatred.]
All you ever did was destroy. So don't you dare try to talk about "necessary evil"!
whoops icon fail, sorry
[There's just no winning with some programs. Most programs actually. He sighs, obviously disgruntled about the whole situation.]
It doesn't matter what I say to programs like you. So you know what?
I don't have to explain myself to you. I don't. I was the admin of the system, and the only person I have to answer to is Flynn, and he stopped listening cycles ago.
You want to worship him? Go ahead.
[Clu retreats back, throwing a disoriented Flynn back out into control.]
What has he done now?
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It's not an ideal system without me, and as Flynn would say, "The more the merrier."