Program Sam_Flynn active. Awaiting commands.

[prototype_son]

origin: ident compiler

admin: clu

run program: sam_flynn.exe

input command: _

Comments

[perfectringofscars]

[ BREAK OUT THE CIGARS AND CHAMPAGNE! ]

...Kinda...small.

[ headtilt? ]

[prototype_son]

Error. Invalid command.

[Hey, you asked for the Sam that program!Kevin would remember, and that's what you got.]

[perfectringofscars]

[ True. But, Clu wasn't quite expecting something this tiny? Eh, whatever. It seems to be behaving like a new program, so Clu can roll with that. ]

Greetings, program. Your designation...

[ Reaching out with two fingers, Clu tilts the program's head up gently to look him in the eye. ]

...is Secondary Artificial Maintenance. S.A.M.

Serial number, and checkum, S.A.M?

[prototype_son]

Designation Secondary Artificial Maintenance: S. A. M.-198931221. Ident accepted.

[The program blinks, then grins and looks up adoringly at Clu. There's something empty in those digital eyes, however.]

Hi, Clu. What's my purpose?

[perfectringofscars]

[ The nostalgia here is sharp, and sudden, but have a hand one your shoulder tiny program. ]

To maintain and repair my System.

[prototype_son]

Purpose accepted.

What do you want me to do first?

[Little program is very happy, Dad.]

[perfectringofscars]

[ Well. You may be tiny, and maybe a little ugly, but you're Clu's. All his. And he loves that. ]

Turn around, kid, you need the updated wireframe maps.

[ Those access tunnels are just the right size for a tiny program, see. Marvel at Clu's genius. ]

When you've got it all downloaded into memory files, R2 left a mess of the last executed stray in the practice cells. Clean it up, and repair the damage to the roofing system, okay?

[ Hair ruffle. ]

[prototype_son]

[S.A.M. willingly turns around, and stays still as Clu goes through his disc.]

Got it! [He turns back around and beams at Clu. Dad just ruffled his hair! He approves!] I'll report back when I'm done.

[bitty program vanishes into the nearest conduit, a la Little Sister style.]

[perfectringofscars]

[ D'aww. Betas are so cute when they're busy at work. :D ]

[notglitching]

[...this is so. Very. Glitched.

Just staring, yup.]

[prototype_son]

[Have some blank staring back, Rinzler.]

Visual match. Program ID: Rinzler.

[notglitching]

[The knowledge that a new program knows his name? Should really, really not be this... creepy.

Uncertain rumbling is go.]

[prototype_son]

[S.A.M. has been pre-programmed with the identities of allies. The list is very short. Congratulations, Rinzler, you're on it.

Have some more blank staring. No-one's told him what to do yet.]

Audio match. Program ID: Rinzler.

[confusedloyalty]

[He has forgotten how blank betas are. There weren't many of them he met back home okay.]

Diagnostic: Run


Define: Users if threat = 10% and >



[There is a small part of him quietly screaming over what he has done in this.]

[prototype_son]

Diagnostic results: OK.

if threat = 10% then exit

if exit = false then run subroutine "emergency alert"

If he can't escape the nasty Users, then he's going to scream for help. And activate the emergency beacon built into him. Rinzler will save him.

[confusedloyalty]

[Oh, good, his first attempt at creating life for Clu hasn't blown up yet and gave the right responses.]

Identify

SysAdmin will be able to fully give you your functions and purpose, you are his program.

[prototype_son]

Numerical identification: 198931221.

ID: Clu confirmed as command program.

[mailerdaemon]

[What. What. You are either the tiniest User ever, or this is some borked-up stuff right here.]

Identify?

[prototype_son]

Designation Secondary Artificial Maintenance: S. A. M.-198931221.

[Have an empty-eyed headtilt.]

Who are you?

[mailerdaemon]

Designation Exim, primary function is mailer daemon. ..."S.A.M."? [Snort.] Cute. Very cute.

Has anyone briefed you on the circumstances of this place yet, program?

[prototype_son]

Negative.

I don't need to know. As long as I do what Clu says, everything will be okay.

[mailerdaemon]

[Exim presses her fingers against her forehead and sighs.]

And if Clu told you to derezz yourself, would you?

[prototype_son]

Affirmative.

As long as I do what Clu says, everything will be okay.

[He's sure Clu would have reasons.]

[mailerdaemon]

[Softly:] He did a shoddy job programming you. It's such a shame. But with or without Clu, everything will be all right.

[prototype_son]

Clu didn't program me. Compiler programmed me, and he did a great job! Clu made the last modifications, though.

I don't understand. Clu will always be there.

[mailerdaemon]

"Compiler"? [Oh. Right. That guy.] The one who looks like- ah. I understand now.

You're still a beta, squirt. He wasn't always in charge. [Something goes cold in Exim's eyes.] And he won't always be.

[prototype_son]

[Bitty beta's eyes go wide and he starts running away very fast.]

Error. Error. Threat detected.

Clu! She's a threat! She's a threat! Rinzler, help!

Error. Error. Threat detected.

[mailerdaemon]

[...Well crap. Time to run in the other direction, then. Discontent program, away!]

Whoops!