<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Tron Co Gm Post</span></div><br/>Tron never expected people to be so curious about what he was. The human side of him, the side that went beyond simple AI programming eagerly fed on the questions the pretty snow queen was asking him. His chest puffed up a little more and by the time she was done asking he was struggling to hold back his beaming smile. He was proud of what he was and damn well knew he was a modern feat of engineering!<br/><br/>“I would love to answer your questions.” He admitted with a soft smile. “However, the orientation is in an hour and a half and we simply can’t be late to it. We’re already running several milliseconds behind. I’ve calculated the tour down to it’s very intricacies and I have many many things to show you.”<br/><br/>He turned from Elsa to look at the group as a whole. His eyes flashed for a second as he mentally calculated how many people were in the hall versus the student roster. The invitations were sent out to every corner of the multiverse. The group that responded was.. small, snmaller than he would have guessed. He assumed though that more would come in time.<br/><br/>“If everyone can gather at the foot of the staircase.” He said his voice amplified suddenly by speakers built into the castle. “We can begin the tour.”