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

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?

Edited 2013-01-01 00:44 (UTC)

[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.

[That entire first half of your speech is completely ignored due to the warning bells jangling in his head now. What you are offering entails letting someone mess with his disk. He has had enough of that thank you very much and is not letting anyone else tweak him to fit what they want again.

That slightly aggressive stance might look familiar to you there Jet if you had paid attention to the helmet wearing one enough.]

I rather not have my coding tweaked anymore thanks.

[Geez. How is it he can always manage to say the wrong thing? He holds up his hands to show he's not going to make a move.]

I'm not going to do anything except offer. I know there are a lot of taboos about discs and energy exchanges, and what's okay and what's not.

[And a lot of the "interfacing" and "energy exchange" rituals he learned from Mercury, which is more of an explanation than he'd like to give]

I get that I just opened my mouth and shoved my foot in. I shouldn't have said anything.

You are the only user outside of ZackAttack that has not really wished to 'fix' me regardless of my thoughts on the matter.

[Now let's get off this topic fully because he really can not bs that fully in this regard and not slip up.]

You have a lot of faith that Sam_Flynn will not find a way to find trouble on his own.

[Nods.] Programs aren't so different from Users. I'm not sure how about all the ethical implications or what exactly is expected of me as one, but if I can't get out of being a User? Well, I need to learn to be a good one, and not make the stupid mistakes others have. The best I can do is treat the Programs with the same respect I'd treat another human. Make any sense?

As for Sam? He doesn't have to find trouble. Trouble finds him.

[You are a strange, strange, and odd user.]

Then precautions won't help then if he finds a remote system that is not in your influence.

[He's trying to warn you man. Lock your Sam up.]

\{{Part of the reason the mun took him on in the first place. Only guy in the damn franchise who quite rightly freaked out about the implications of Users-as-Gods}}

[His father's determination and his mother's heart. If fighting for the Programs against Users who want to do harm makes him strange, so be it.]

You have a point there. Not sure what I can do about it.

[There's still that nagging feeling.]

What do you know about users?

Put a tracer on him would be a good start possibly.

...

[Danger, danger. Too many ways to mess this entire conversation up. Take the Clu and Flynn approach and be vague.]

They're not as perfect or powerful as some programs wish them to be.

Tracer. Good idea. His bike or his cell phone would be a good idea. Of course, he's also clever enough to find it if he starts suspecting anything.

[And User of Users, something is REALLY off here. Without thinking, he worries a hangnail.]

That's a start. Again, not so different. I'm...sorry that we haven't been very good to you...and them.

[Another test. Just a light, VERY brief touch on the shoulder. Sam was always clasping a hand on his shoulder, or on his back when they were kids. This isn't going to be as familiar or friendly, more a goodwill gesture.

Just in case, he's mentally prepping the Energy Claw in case he needs to stun and run.]

[Your test is going to fail and lie to you Jet, because he's just going to spring back and away from you. A bit more violently then necessary, but his hands are bound and so are his abilities which are not conducive to calm thoughts when he feels threatened.

What are you doing user? If he was even half as violent as Rinzler you would have lost that hand.]

[The alarm bells in his head are screaming. Even the F-Con Programs weren't this scared. If anything, Programs are more open about touch than humans.

And if this compiler is an agent of Clu like he an an agent of Ma3a...]

What did Clu do to you? Did that...did he get into your disk without permission?

[Another...very dark possibility crosses his mind. A Program may not have so many taboos about touch or flinch away in fear, but a human might...]

He was given permission.

[Stupidly giving his disk to the admin with no knowledge of what he was doing is considered permission by some. So he can't really say it was against his will.]

Are you going to request a list of those who have accessed my disk now? Though who has not tampered with it would be easier to create and forward in that regards.

[He's just going to stay over here and his disk as far as possible from you. Grabby users are never a good thing.]

[Okay, consider him pissed. He's going to stay back because as much as he wants to stun this guy and haul ass out of here to get him away from whoever's raping his mind on a nightly basis, it's not going to work.]

Not buying the part about you giving him permission. Little wonder you're so glitched up.

[Who do you need dead? Pranskter bits, energy claws, improvised weapons from cycle batons, the viral stuff he swore he'd never use again, sniper rifle, and classic deadly discs. He's angry enough at your tormentors to start hunting.]

And your voice...something's not quite...

[It's almost clicked, and there will be hell to pay when it does.]

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