Users!Users!Users!: Ram, who is this “Doctor” you’ve been referring to? Does he have a tumblr?
“Well by all means be they known then.” he gestured, throwing his arms out to the side and shrugging. “I seem to be rather poor at guessing as you say.” He kept a calm face, smiling even, though his CPU was thrumming with intensity.
He skulked behind the program, hands folding behind him. “You have far, far more worth alive than dead. Kill you? Maim you? No. Absolutely not.”
“So, what then?…” he kept his eyes trained on him, glancing over his shoulder at the virus. His hands returned to his sides, his right in particular kept close to the baton that was strapped to his thigh just in case.
“Do you not wish that you could protect those you care about?” he asked, head turning a bit. “Do you not wish you were strong, capable? Do you not want to be able to go and do as you please, without looking over your shoulder?”
“Who doesn’t?” He shrugged again. What was this thing getting at? “I am learning, with time and practice I will be able to do just that. I intend to.”
Unseen, the line of his mouth began to curl upwards into a horrible, terrible smile. “Do you have time? Can you predict when the next attack will come? Where is your heroic Tron, to teach you these things, little program?”
“Are you threatening me virus?” He turned toward him, resting his other hand on his hip. “I’ve learned far more than you know…” The memories that came from his old disc also helped in that endeavor, remembering some of the important skills Tron taught his previous self in order to survive in the games.
“I have no doubt that you have learned a great deal, Ram,” he purred, going so far as to ease down into a crouch, so he could look the Program in the face.
“I am not threatening you. Such a thing is also beneath me. I am making you an offer.”
He shifted his weight back a bit, furrowing his brow. “I don’t think I would be interested in what you would have to offer me…I know for a fact the price would be too steep.”
“What makes you say that? What about what I am dissuades you so, Ram?” he asked, spreading clawed hands wide.
“The fact that you and Clu seem to hold good company with one another puts me on the fence.” he rested his left hand in the pocket of his jacket. “Sorry, but I can get there on my own time, for free might I add. No strings attached.”
His eyes slit, before his hands sprawled and wound, arched and lilted towards Ram’s face. They slowed, stopped…
“That is truly a shame, little program. I could have made you something glorious - powerful, confident, capable. But this decision is yours.”
He pushed upwards to his full height, towering over Ram.
His eyes widened slightly when he saw him reach for him, but he did not move. He inhaled deeply through his nose, fighting off a cold shiver that ran through his circuits. He ran his tongue over dried lips and spoke slowly.
“Yes…you could have, but at what cost?” he exhaled. “I’d like to hang onto my metaphorical soul thank you.”
“Again, you make assumptions of something you know little of, Ram. Do I seem soulless to you? Do I seem to have completely control of mine functions, of awareness? Do I strike you as some wild, slavering beast?”
(Source: clutwopointoh)
“Well by all means be they known then.” he gestured, throwing his arms out to the side and shrugging. “I seem to be rather poor at guessing as you say.” He kept a calm face, smiling even, though his CPU was thrumming with intensity.
He skulked behind the program, hands folding behind him. “You have far, far more worth alive than dead. Kill you? Maim you? No. Absolutely not.”
“So, what then?…” he kept his eyes trained on him, glancing over his shoulder at the virus. His hands returned to his sides, his right in particular kept close to the baton that was strapped to his thigh just in case.
“Do you not wish that you could protect those you care about?” he asked, head turning a bit. “Do you not wish you were strong, capable? Do you not want to be able to go and do as you please, without looking over your shoulder?”
“Who doesn’t?” He shrugged again. What was this thing getting at? “I am learning, with time and practice I will be able to do just that. I intend to.”
Unseen, the line of his mouth began to curl upwards into a horrible, terrible smile. “Do you have time? Can you predict when the next attack will come? Where is your heroic Tron, to teach you these things, little program?”
“Are you threatening me virus?” He turned toward him, resting his other hand on his hip. “I’ve learned far more than you know…” The memories that came from his old disc also helped in that endeavor, remembering some of the important skills Tron taught his previous self in order to survive in the games.
“I have no doubt that you have learned a great deal, Ram,” he purred, going so far as to ease down into a crouch, so he could look the Program in the face.
“I am not threatening you. Such a thing is also beneath me. I am making you an offer.”
He shifted his weight back a bit, furrowing his brow. “I don’t think I would be interested in what you would have to offer me…I know for a fact the price would be too steep.”
“What makes you say that? What about what I am dissuades you so, Ram?” he asked, spreading clawed hands wide.
“The fact that you and Clu seem to hold good company with one another puts me on the fence.” he rested his left hand in the pocket of his jacket. “Sorry, but I can get there on my own time, for free might I add. No strings attached.”
His eyes slit, before his hands sprawled and wound, arched and lilted towards Ram’s face. They slowed, stopped…
“That is truly a shame, little program. I could have made you something glorious - powerful, confident, capable. But this decision is yours.”
He pushed upwards to his full height, towering over Ram.
(Source: clutwopointoh)
“Well by all means be they known then.” he gestured, throwing his arms out to the side and shrugging. “I seem to be rather poor at guessing as you say.” He kept a calm face, smiling even, though his CPU was thrumming with intensity.
He skulked behind the program, hands folding behind him. “You have far, far more worth alive than dead. Kill you? Maim you? No. Absolutely not.”
“So, what then?…” he kept his eyes trained on him, glancing over his shoulder at the virus. His hands returned to his sides, his right in particular kept close to the baton that was strapped to his thigh just in case.
“Do you not wish that you could protect those you care about?” he asked, head turning a bit. “Do you not wish you were strong, capable? Do you not want to be able to go and do as you please, without looking over your shoulder?”
“Who doesn’t?” He shrugged again. What was this thing getting at? “I am learning, with time and practice I will be able to do just that. I intend to.”
Unseen, the line of his mouth began to curl upwards into a horrible, terrible smile. “Do you have time? Can you predict when the next attack will come? Where is your heroic Tron, to teach you these things, little program?”
“Are you threatening me virus?” He turned toward him, resting his other hand on his hip. “I’ve learned far more than you know…” The memories that came from his old disc also helped in that endeavor, remembering some of the important skills Tron taught his previous self in order to survive in the games.
“I have no doubt that you have learned a great deal, Ram,” he purred, going so far as to ease down into a crouch, so he could look the Program in the face.
“I am not threatening you. Such a thing is also beneath me. I am making you an offer.”
He shifted his weight back a bit, furrowing his brow. “I don’t think I would be interested in what you would have to offer me…I know for a fact the price would be too steep.”
“What makes you say that? What about what I am dissuades you so, Ram?” he asked, spreading clawed hands wide.
(Source: clutwopointoh)
“Well by all means be they known then.” he gestured, throwing his arms out to the side and shrugging. “I seem to be rather poor at guessing as you say.” He kept a calm face, smiling even, though his CPU was thrumming with intensity.
He skulked behind the program, hands folding behind him. “You have far, far more worth alive than dead. Kill you? Maim you? No. Absolutely not.”
“So, what then?…” he kept his eyes trained on him, glancing over his shoulder at the virus. His hands returned to his sides, his right in particular kept close to the baton that was strapped to his thigh just in case.
“Do you not wish that you could protect those you care about?” he asked, head turning a bit. “Do you not wish you were strong, capable? Do you not want to be able to go and do as you please, without looking over your shoulder?”
“Who doesn’t?” He shrugged again. What was this thing getting at? “I am learning, with time and practice I will be able to do just that. I intend to.”
Unseen, the line of his mouth began to curl upwards into a horrible, terrible smile. “Do you have time? Can you predict when the next attack will come? Where is your heroic Tron, to teach you these things, little program?”
“Are you threatening me virus?” He turned toward him, resting his other hand on his hip. “I’ve learned far more than you know…” The memories that came from his old disc also helped in that endeavor, remembering some of the important skills Tron taught his previous self in order to survive in the games.
“I have no doubt that you have learned a great deal, Ram,” he purred, going so far as to ease down into a crouch, so he could look the Program in the face.
“I am not threatening you. Such a thing is also beneath me. I am making you an offer.”
(Source: clutwopointoh)
“Well by all means be they known then.” he gestured, throwing his arms out to the side and shrugging. “I seem to be rather poor at guessing as you say.” He kept a calm face, smiling even, though his CPU was thrumming with intensity.
He skulked behind the program, hands folding behind him. “You have far, far more worth alive than dead. Kill you? Maim you? No. Absolutely not.”
“So, what then?…” he kept his eyes trained on him, glancing over his shoulder at the virus. His hands returned to his sides, his right in particular kept close to the baton that was strapped to his thigh just in case.
“Do you not wish that you could protect those you care about?” he asked, head turning a bit. “Do you not wish you were strong, capable? Do you not want to be able to go and do as you please, without looking over your shoulder?”
“Who doesn’t?” He shrugged again. What was this thing getting at? “I am learning, with time and practice I will be able to do just that. I intend to.”
Unseen, the line of his mouth began to curl upwards into a horrible, terrible smile. “Do you have time? Can you predict when the next attack will come? Where is your heroic Tron, to teach you these things, little program?”
(Source: clutwopointoh)
Low-slung sprawls, traffic-signal yellow amongst too much black. The Virus loomed up behind Clu, clawed hands lazily flexing at his sides. “Is there a problem here, Mine Excellency?”
Oh, no, Abraxas, not at all….
In fact, this User may be the solution to our problems.He didn’t like where this is going, not one bit. “I should have figured you weren’t too far behind…”
The hood snapped aside, all of his attention homing in on —
“Ram,” he crooned, stepped around Clu, and towards the program. “A delight it is, to see you..I do hope that you are fairing better, since our last meeting.”
“Aw I’m touched to see that you care.” he said flatly, standing his ground. “Much better actually.” especially now that he had been practicing with Tron.
Long fingers, dead-branches thin, curled and unfurled, bright lights flaring. “Oh, I do care, little program,” he mused, slowly prowling around Ram, like a wolf around a sick deer. “I would hate to see something untowards happen unto you.”
He exhaled a bitter laugh. “Don’t lie to me virus. I know you would relish in it.” He kept his eyes trained on him, watching him carefully, his body tense and ready to act if he needed to. “I prefer when people are straight with me.”
He barked out his own laugh, a sound like sharp teeth snapping at soft underbellies.
“You know nothing of me, little program - do not presume to think you do. Mine intentions and machinations are utterly unknown. Lying? Lying is beneath me. To see you harmed? It serves me nothing. Were you dead? You would be useless.”
“Well by all means be they known then.” he gestured, throwing his arms out to the side and shrugging. “I seem to be rather poor at guessing as you say.” He kept a calm face, smiling even, though his CPU was thrumming with intensity.
He skulked behind the program, hands folding behind him. “You have far, far more worth alive than dead. Kill you? Maim you? No. Absolutely not.”
“So, what then?…” he kept his eyes trained on him, glancing over his shoulder at the virus. His hands returned to his sides, his right in particular kept close to the baton that was strapped to his thigh just in case.
“Do you not wish that you could protect those you care about?” he asked, head turning a bit. “Do you not wish you were strong, capable? Do you not want to be able to go and do as you please, without looking over your shoulder?”
Low-slung sprawls, traffic-signal yellow amongst too much black. The Virus loomed up behind Clu, clawed hands lazily flexing at his sides. “Is there a problem here, Mine Excellency?”
Oh, no, Abraxas, not at all….
In fact, this User may be the solution to our problems.He didn’t like where this is going, not one bit. “I should have figured you weren’t too far behind…”
The hood snapped aside, all of his attention homing in on —
“Ram,” he crooned, stepped around Clu, and towards the program. “A delight it is, to see you..I do hope that you are fairing better, since our last meeting.”
“Aw I’m touched to see that you care.” he said flatly, standing his ground. “Much better actually.” especially now that he had been practicing with Tron.
Long fingers, dead-branches thin, curled and unfurled, bright lights flaring. “Oh, I do care, little program,” he mused, slowly prowling around Ram, like a wolf around a sick deer. “I would hate to see something untowards happen unto you.”
He exhaled a bitter laugh. “Don’t lie to me virus. I know you would relish in it.” He kept his eyes trained on him, watching him carefully, his body tense and ready to act if he needed to. “I prefer when people are straight with me.”
He barked out his own laugh, a sound like sharp teeth snapping at soft underbellies.
“You know nothing of me, little program - do not presume to think you do. Mine intentions and machinations are utterly unknown. Lying? Lying is beneath me. To see you harmed? It serves me nothing. Were you dead? You would be useless.”
“Well by all means be they known then.” he gestured, throwing his arms out to the side and shrugging. “I seem to be rather poor at guessing as you say.” He kept a calm face, smiling even, though his CPU was thrumming with intensity.
He skulked behind the program, hands folding behind him. “You have far, far more worth alive than dead. Kill you? Maim you? No. Absolutely not.”
Low-slung sprawls, traffic-signal yellow amongst too much black. The Virus loomed up behind Clu, clawed hands lazily flexing at his sides. “Is there a problem here, Mine Excellency?”
Oh, no, Abraxas, not at all….
In fact, this User may be the solution to our problems.He didn’t like where this is going, not one bit. “I should have figured you weren’t too far behind…”
The hood snapped aside, all of his attention homing in on —
“Ram,” he crooned, stepped around Clu, and towards the program. “A delight it is, to see you..I do hope that you are fairing better, since our last meeting.”
“Aw I’m touched to see that you care.” he said flatly, standing his ground. “Much better actually.” especially now that he had been practicing with Tron.
Long fingers, dead-branches thin, curled and unfurled, bright lights flaring. “Oh, I do care, little program,” he mused, slowly prowling around Ram, like a wolf around a sick deer. “I would hate to see something untowards happen unto you.”
He exhaled a bitter laugh. “Don’t lie to me virus. I know you would relish in it.” He kept his eyes trained on him, watching him carefully, his body tense and ready to act if he needed to. “I prefer when people are straight with me.”
He barked out his own laugh, a sound like sharp teeth snapping at soft underbellies.
“You know nothing of me, little program - do not presume to think you do. Mine intentions and machinations are utterly unknown. Lying? Lying is beneath me. To see you harmed? It serves me nothing. Were you dead? You would be useless.”
Low-slung sprawls, traffic-signal yellow amongst too much black. The Virus loomed up behind Clu, clawed hands lazily flexing at his sides. “Is there a problem here, Mine Excellency?”
Oh, no, Abraxas, not at all….
In fact, this User may be the solution to our problems.He didn’t like where this is going, not one bit. “I should have figured you weren’t too far behind…”
The hood snapped aside, all of his attention homing in on —
“Ram,” he crooned, stepped around Clu, and towards the program. “A delight it is, to see you..I do hope that you are fairing better, since our last meeting.”
“Aw I’m touched to see that you care.” he said flatly, standing his ground. “Much better actually.” especially now that he had been practicing with Tron.
Long fingers, dead-branches thin, curled and unfurled, bright lights flaring. “Oh, I do care, little program,” he mused, slowly prowling around Ram, like a wolf around a sick deer. “I would hate to see something untowards happen unto you.”
He’s THE Doctor and no you’re not bothering him with your shit Clu.
YOU’RE NOT MY REAL FATHER!
Wow it’s finally happened. You’ve cracked completely
Ram, I haven’t CRACKED! YOU, SIR, are a stupid, stupid little man and a cowardly punk that I’d NEVER want to be like.
*He wiped some spittle from his face* Same to you pal..
Agh…. *CLU regained his composure, overcoming the effects of the liquor* you’re too good, Ram….too good.
I suppose someone has to be *folds his arms*
Well, whatever. I found The Doctor, and trust me, him and I will surely…converse.
I would not underestimate him Clu. I warned him plenty about you, I believe he’s here to help us.
Oh, I do not underestimate him, Ram, not at all. It’s his power I’m attracted to, in fact.
Don’t you dare think of rectifying him. He would knock you on your ass so fast you wouldn’t even realized that you were on the ground until it was too late.
Oh, I’m not planning on that, exactly…let’s just say it’s a secret, what I intend to do.
Low-slung sprawls, traffic-signal yellow amongst too much black. The Virus loomed up behind Clu, clawed hands lazily flexing at his sides. “Is there a problem here, Mine Excellency?”
Oh, no, Abraxas, not at all….
In fact, this User may be the solution to our problems.“
I find that unlikely. Users, as you might recall, are the basis of most of the System’s problems. I do not need to remind you of that, do I?”
Well, what I meant to say, was, with a little corruption, this User could be a solution. He’s very powerful. We can use that power.
“Users are not like programs. They are not so easily corrupted. They are not neat lines of code that can be rewritten. A plan such as this could - and probably would - backfire. I do hope you have another means of corrupting, as I will not be the one to do so. If you wish to have such a plot blow up in your face, so be it. I will not be a part of it.”
