Mun is impatient. Muse doesn't care.

[unrectified]

[No growling. No extra noise at all. And no visible face. But somehow, every line of the program's form, from the crossed arms to the sarcastic little tilt of the mask, manage to convey Rinzler's utter irritation.]

Stop. Pushing.

[The voice is harsh and synthetic, with only the faintest trace of similarity to his programmer. Nothing discernible at all, unless you're listening for it. A short burst of static comes out with a huff of breath and he shoves off the wall, paces a few steps before turning back.]

Not even done.

Comments

[namesram]

[[/things that don't look good: this]]

[unrectified]

[[Mirror!Rinzler disagrees with your assessment. Or. Well. Would.]]

[namesram]

[[............because he can't not wonder.

can't not ask.]]

So what happens now?

[red_shift]

That sounds like my life story.

[Eyeroll. Nobody lets him out to bother people anymore.]

Dare I ask?

[unrectified]

[Oh, hey Clu. Another faintly staticky grumble.]

Mun. [He's not calling it a user.] Obsessed.

[And... 'cause really, Clu, you're looking a lot more... repaired than usual...]

Status?

[red_shift]

Have you tried dangling shiny things in front of it? They can be pretty easy to distract.

[Well that's.. ok, it's only a moderately odd thing to say, and that's only because the last one of you guys he ran into here was a lot more panicky about talking.]

Nominal. Just a bit bored.

You?

[sysadmin]

[ Why are you talking you know that's not allowed. ]

[unrectified]

[What are you even, Clu. Have a headtilt.

Though if you're noticing mismatches, you might find the absence of a certain rumbly noise interesting... or the fact that Rinzler's standing taller than you are.]

[tanks4thememory]

[This is so weird, brogram, you have no idea.

He's been informed you probably won't get stabbity with him, but you'll have to excuse him for keeping his distance at first...]

[unrectified]

[...okay. That face. Right color. Not his Clu.

Flynn's other creations haven't been so friendly. Rinzler will just be shifting to a slightly readier stance. And yep, not stepping any closer. Threat analysis comes first.]

Identify.

[tanks4thememory]

Clu-FA071081. Hacking program; created pre-Grid.

[He notices the shift in stance, and spreads his hands slightly, holding them up palms forward in a classic pacifying gesture.] I'm not looking for a fight. [The question "Are you?" remains unspoken, but is implied.]

[amirrorbrightly]

You're telling me. There's enough to do just getting the refugee lists compiled.

[ Shush, Clu. You need a break, anyway. ]

[tanks4thememory]

[Oh hey, slightly less face-twinny than usual brogram. Have a hacker who seems uncertain whether to be curious or suspicous about you. His expression seems to land somewhere in the middle.]

Well... this is gonna be interesting...

[amirrorbrightly]

[ It's just a lens, man. But have an equal look of surprise. ]

Whoa. Blast from the past on your pattern, there...

[ And suddenly wary. ]

...Although if you're supposed to be my replacement, Flynn's falling down on the job.

[unrectified]

[Breaks are for other people. All the angry pacing.]

Doesn't listen.

[amirrorbrightly]

Yeah, I know.

[ Have a grin. ]

Getting used to the whole "selective listening" thing, though.

[coldcoder]

No, you're not 'done'.

Tron. Come back. Your skills are still required.

[There's no pleading in Alan's voice. Just irritation.]

[unrectified]

[...oh no. No no no. You aren't—they locked you out.]

Not Tron.

[Not now, not anymore. It still comes out as a whisper, half-drowned in the static crackle, the skipping shuddering glitch as he feels old commands pull sharp and edged through his code. He steps away instead, fists clenching, stance locking rigid. He doesn't have to listen to you now.

Don't mind the flickering.]

[coldcoder]

[Alan's smiling at the flickering. It's not a nice smile.]

Looks like you're having some trouble there, Rinzler. Wouldn't it be easier to come back and follow orders?

[amirrorbrightly]

Enough, Bradley.

[ Clu is not pleased about this. Not at all. ]

[coldcoder]

Clu. What a pleasant surprise.

[Anything but.]

And how is your system holding up, without a User to balance the load and fix things from the outside?

Mun read the bio...*whistles* Maybe not the smartest idea to send him your direction...

[lifes_short_pop]

"Muns are like Users, sadly. Either they don't know what they're doing, or they want to use us for some twisted game."

Yes, there's some self-reproach and self-depreciation in the sentence.

Fff, your choice. That said, er... can you not threadjack without asking? ;;

[unrectified]

[...staring. Unfamiliar circuit pattern. Different system configuration. But the read? Familiar.

Yeah, that disk did just materialize in Rinzler's grip.]

User.

[The mask jerks towards the other. Identifier. Insult. Whatever you want to call it, it's certainly not friendly.]

[the_gamesmaster]

[Oh, it's you. Tron, right?]

Perhaps your mun needs to let up a bit.

[program_yori]

Who's pushing you?