dear_mun | On sudden free time and thus inklings of possible plans

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On sudden free time and thus inklings of possible plans

So you have found yourself suddenly without a directive to follow and decided, that in this time between now and potentially getting rehired at the end of the month, that I need to get out more. You're the one who wrote me into a cozy prison with the users, not my fault I only see four walls and the face of whoever has watch duty.

You're especially not sending me anywhere where I'll have to deal with programs and users that come from a different system. Especially not while I'm still bound or have no actual capabilities to change the game to my advantage.

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Hate to be the one to break it to you, but I don't think you'll find anyone else from your "system" running around out here.

[Sam hopes not, anyway. Hi, not-him. You're still creepy.]

[Oh, a not broken him. Well he could say he's surprised but that would actually require him to emote like a normal user. Instead he just shifts into some semblance of the hands crossed over his chest pose while still being bound.]

Well that could be an advantage for everyone then. Considering how much disrepair and chaotic they create currently. They at least won't be as ready to glitch due to my history as others.

Yeah, that doesn't mean they'll have any idea what to do.

What kind of "advantage" are you even looking for?

Which would make it easier to keep out of reach.

[Oh hey a slight "really?" look there.]

Any advantage.

[Is that an expression? Wow. Have a matching one.]

That's specific.

[You should likely save that to your hard drive as it likely will never happen again without work]

It's the truth considering the unknown factor of this current situation.

[Some people call those thinky organs "brains", you know.]

Which unknown factor would that be? Because if we keep this up, I'm gonna have to borrow Alan's abacus.

The one of whether or not a System Administrator is close by.

...

User AlanBradley has an abacus? [Wait.] What's an abacus?

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Clu.

You're still...?

[Sam shakes his head. Eyebrows go back up, ready to answer the question with some trademark Flynn snark. Then the why catches up.

...oh.]

Yeah, he... used to threaten me with it when I— [We?] —when I was a kid. [Gaze distances with a faint snort, and comparisons or no, the smile's almost unguarded for a moment.] Said he'd make me use it for my homework if I didn't leave his floppy disks alone.

A dekacycle of constant maintenance by the Admin is not exactly easy to shake off. Why else would the creator have to bind my abilities? Unless it's some odd form of amusement that is.

[It's not his fault they can't just reset him back to factory settings or anything.]

Those memories are corrupted or deleted then from my own recollection. Is that perhaps why the user seems as if his coding is malfunctioning when he pulls guard duty?

"Maintenance." [This face forever. With a side of puzzlement as he works through the conversions.] Wait, that... can't be right.

Are you-- Alan practically raised us, man. You're saying you haven't even talked to him since... [He waves his hands, frustrated. And trying to ignore that small twinge of hypocrisy. Sam might check in less than he should, but... not the same.]

The creator calls it tampering, the programs are more efficient in stating it as what it is in that it was rectification.

[Why are you so upset over this entire thing? You're just wasting energy being emotional.]

The few memory files that have supposedly been salvaged from attempted disk rewrite when I was first captured are hardly enough evidence to support your claim that I was raised by this user. [And he's not that glitched to explain the chest pains he feels when he sees Alan. He's still not fully convinced the whole care about him aspect wasn't just created to make him cooperate or something.] I barely clock a millicycle of actual interactions with any of the users that I know is not tampered by either side.

You're in jail again?!

[Pauses, thinks. that mention of 'Users' doesn't sound quite right. What is he dealing with?]

Wait a minute. I'm probably not...Um...who am I dealing with?

[Who the glitch are you user? Forgive him Jet if he doesn't show any sort of sign he knows who you are, or any actual emotion really.]

It's not the games again and it's decent and not devoid of all life, which makes it likely the better option in regards to being locked up.

[You really want him to answer that honestly?]

System Administrator modified user Compiler. [Let's see how long he can make you not realize he's Sam]

[Either the Gibbs-Lisberger parallel universe theory has kicked his butt again, this is some juvenile and really dickish joke (with Sam, "dickish joke" is almost a given), or a case like that virtual brother and sister of his...

No matter what turns out to be the case? He is NEVER going to get used to this shit.]

At least it's not those. Nine rounds in a lightcycle match? Talk about nightmare.

Um...

[Still unsettled. Trying not to be obvious.]

Do you have a User, or do you report to an administrator Program?

Your system clearly didn't have Rinzler if you think of the light cycle matches first as being the quickest way to a deresolution.

[There would be such a stupidly smug smirk on his face right now if he allowed himself to emote that much over this. Shut up, he takes whatever amusement he can in life.]

I use to report to System Administrator Clu. The users were not pleased by that, so I'm currently quarantined until they figure out what to do with me.

[Assuming you're a Program for the time being that honors his User's face. It's still unnerving, but it's manageable.]

I've heard that name. [beat. wary.] I haven't liked much about what I heard. Seems to be an arrogant jerk like the guy who made him.

And I've seen that Rinzler guy...or at least a version of him. Seems to be really messed up.

[No. Hasn't figured out it's his virtual brother under that digital Darth Vader suit.]

I report to Ma3a. She's the Encom System Administrator. I've been here, trying to piece together everything that happened. None of it's been good news.

[Yes, hide behind such reasoning. It is much easier to handle then the truth and he'll happily let you keep up this thinking.]

The creator may likely agree with you on such, then again he is an odd one even for a user. And that is the more accurate if brief description of the enforcer I've heard from anyone lately. [And let's hope that any Rinzler is not around to hear this or this conversation is going to end painfully]

Ma3a...I am not aware of this Admin, however that is not surprising as the grid only has Clu as it's Admin. What sort of data have you manage to acquire?

["The Creator?" Seriously?! Wow. His godfather really did let this go to his head and not in a good way. Now, he's dreaming of hunting down Kevin Flynn, throwing him in handcuffs, stripping out the User privileges, and spending the ride back to analog with a long "What in hell were you thinking?!" lecture.]

Your Grid might be some kind of isolated system. That's my best guess. Ma3a, as I said, is the Administrator for the Encom network. She was designed as a successor to Master Control, but with a lot more safeguards in place. She watches over all the Programs running at Encom. She...uh..."conscripted" me as an agent. Can't say I was too pleased with it, but I also realized she didn't have much of a choice under the circumstances.

As for the Grid? Well, it looks like Kevin Flynn set out to play God over his own little corner of the universe and did a bad job of it. Administrator Clu gets tired of this, and takes matters into his own hands. So, now we have a civil war, except Flynn decides to put his proverbial tail between his legs and go hide while the Programs who believe in him derez in the streets or those sick 'Games.' I also heard Tron's dead...or worse.

Maybe Clu's a better guy than he looks, and what he did isn't entirely without reason, but I don't like what I hear.

[He actually frowns. There is emoting going on because this is the third version of this entire conflict he's heard and none of them are meshing fully. Why is this so contradictory and confusing with you guys?

He is starting to miss the simplicity of being a fully rectified lap dog for Clu. He didn't have to worry about such things.]

The main points do add up in regards to the grid I'm from as well. [Now comes the time for fishing for other similarities and to reinforce the whole program only aspect.]

The creator had a beta...a child correct? What became of Sam_Flynn?

[That...hits. Especially since this doppelganger (so he thinks) has entirely the wrong body posture and mannerisms, but it's Still Sam's voice. He becomes very sad and quiet.]

Far as I know, he's still in his little storage shed in the industrial district, coming out once a year to prank the company. He took his dad being gone really hard. Can't blame him, but I can't help him either.

We grew up together, got in all kinds of trouble. Heh. Even wound up looking at each other in a holding cell at LA County lockup a couple times. He's probably be the only guy who would believe the whole story with Ma3a, F-Con, Thorne...Mercury..

We grew apart, though. Got into a stupid argument after a few drinks and...

I miss him.

[So the suppose him that this user knows hadn't ended up in the Grid yet. Which meant there was no way to gauge if Clu had done as much tinkering as the users he knew were adamant in claiming he had done with him.

The whole aspect of closeness though was interesting. He had never met this user amidst the ones that had taken him out of Clu's influence. So this was an anomaly.]

So he has no connection to any of the systems? He has never met the System Administrator or realized where the creator is?

Not as far as I know, but we haven't talked for almost...[Flicks mental abacus] Well, almost 50 cycles.

[Something's still not right here]

Didn't he build you?

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[That, that was a long time. He hadn't even clocked half of that amount of run time in the system.

Wait, crash it the user was showing that odd leap of logic. Time to lie through his teeth time.]

My memory cache and several core functions were corrupted and fragmented outside of a dekacycle of my actual run time. So the information about the one who wrote me is non accessible. However, he may have, but it does not help explain how I ended up in a system that he should not have access to from what the users have mentioned.

I was hoping you would have an idea of such since you do know him.

{{OOC: Yeah. He's from 6 or 7 months prior to Legacy's events. Just figure the events of 2.0 happened then}}

[Something's still setting off his "something's not right here" radar. Of course, he saw what happened to Mercury when she got restored from backup. He was glad she was alive, but the way she was acting? VERY unsettling.]

Sam gets into shit he's not supposed to all the time. Pop's still scared he'll get himself into a mess he can't get out of. It's why Sam wasn't told about Ma3a or what she can do. Until we've got safeguards, it's too dangerous - and I'm not about to let him walk into something and get himself killed.

[Let's test something.]

What I do have, though, is some ability to heal corruption. It's part of my function when I'm working in here for Ma3a. I might be able to rebuild something of what you lost.

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