<strong>~Brody~</strong><br/><br/>The fight continued as the blue marked fighters seemed to push the others back. Brody remained largely unnoticed by the door until one of the blue combatants, looked round, seeming to take stock of the situation. He called out in alarm and a couple of his companions turned, distracting them from the fight and with this, the battle turned. Two blue colour combatants fell, crumpling into pixels and fluid light within a couple of seconds as bladed discs cut them down.<br/><br/>Across from the main combat, a tall figure, face fully concealed by a dark helmet and marked with red lines, raced around and towards Brody, his glowing disc held ready. As he neared, he threw his disc in a deadly arc that streaked towards Brody but before it could connect, a second disc, lit with pure white light collided with it mid-air, defecting it. From down the street, a blond man with dark armour lit with white lines was running full tilt towards Brody. With a loud battle cry he caught his returning disc and threw it again at the red lit figure who fell to the floor in a shattering cascade of red light that skittered across the floor, stopping just short of Brody's feet where it began to slowly dissolve into nothing.<br/><br/>The blond man slowed to a stop next to him, breathing hard. He smiled lopsidedly though it didn't reach his eyes, which were questioning, concerned and even a bit suspicious. "I'm Sam. You look lost..." Another blue coloured individual fell further up the road as an explosion knocked him back. "And we need to get out of here!" he held his hand out to help Brody to his feet. "I will explain everything if you come with me."<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>~Mark~</strong><br/><br/>"He is a Program, one I created myself. We are inside a super computer, through a process we call Matter Digitisation where in our atomic code is transformed into a digital equivalent inside the computer, able to be transferred back again later. When it was first invented, it was intended for... storage, transfer, transportation, replication even... we had no idea how a<em>person</em>would experience the world inside the computer."<br/><br/>Alan walked up beside Mark and nodded to the Program Drevan, still keeping an eye on Mark. "Thank you. You can put your helmet back on now. Then derez it, please."<br/><br/>The Program nodded, placing his helm back on his head, momentarily showing the inside of it was alight with fine lines of colour, mostly blue. The helm clicked back in place with a couple of sharp snapping sounds, like an electric spark. Drevan looked back up with the helmet back in place, before thin lines of light appeared over the visor and it quickly folded back up over his face, the rest of his helmet following suit and disappearing into the back of his armour, revealing a human looking head of slightly slick dark hair. Drevan looked between Alan and Mark, apparently waiting for his next order. The other programs nearby glanced at them every so often but otherwise kept their eyes on the streets.<br/><br/>"Do you have any more questions while we are here, or do you want to move to somewhere more comfortable? There is a club close by, though their music only tends towards Electronica. There is another one further out with just about any music you care to request, though that one is much smaller, and quieter." The tone to Alan's voice suggested he preferred that one to the former option. "Or, there are a number of quiet spots we can go to talk if you would rather not have the music."<br/>