TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.
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				Title: <strong>TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 03:11:27</strong>
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				<div align="center">Link to OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=111706.0)</div><br><div align="center">Character introductions to the Grid will RP here before moving on to main game threads. Note, unless otherwise stated, game time here is considered fluid time for each character and there is no posting order. If a Player wants to jump ahead a little that is acceptable just so long as you work with me on that. :)</div><br><div align="center">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/TRON%20RP/TronIntro.jpg)</div><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Programmers</strong></span><br><br>There has been talk among some of the Programmers at ENCOM about a rather lucrative privet venture among some of the high-ups - and they are looking to their employees for potential talent to work with them. Weather you dismissed this gossip or not, on one seemingly routine day, you receive an email from Alan Bradley himself, asking you to report to one of the rooms used for general staff meetings. To your surprise, Sam Flynn, the controlling stock holder on Encom, is waiting for you in the otherwise empty room. What follows is seemingly casual convocation discussing work, hobbies, politics and office gossip. When asked what this is all about, he only replies with a smile, "A preliminary interview." Before you return to work you are told not to discuss this with the other employees. <br><br>Over the following weeks you are called to several other meetings with not only Sam but also a woman named Quorra and a fellow programmer, Roy Kleinberg. You are never told who you will meet, the times are erratic and they may be scheduled days in advance or only a few minuets before. You manage to attend them all. Finally you are called to attend a meeting for the next day, half an hour after you are due to leave for the evening. Upon your arrival you walk into the unassuming room to come face to face with Alan Bradley himself, Chairman of ENCOM. He apologises for the awkward timing of the meetings you have been sent on, explaining that they were part of a test since the job he is offering you now can be unpredictable. He pushes a piece of paper towards you, a contract; In signing it you are relieved from your old job and granted a promotion within the company to an Assistant Information Officer - along with the pay and holiday that come with it - but in return are no linger permitted to discuss your work with either other ENCOM Staff or persons outside ENCOM unless authorised. Upon signing it he shakes your hand with a smile and arranges to meet you the following day, to introduce you to your new job. <br><br>The meeting, surprisingly, takes place in the car-park. Alan sits next to you in the back, the windows of the car on the way over were blacked out with no way of knowing where you are going, the driver is hidden from view. Alan deflects your questions and making idle chatter if you want it, saying it will be far easier to explain when you arrive on site.<br><br>Finally, the car pulls up and Alan thanks the driver, leading you into an unmarked, nondescript building down-town. The inside is equally nondescript, aside from the two very athletic looking men, perhaps brothers since they look so similar. They stand to attention as you enter and walk past. You are led down some stairs and into the basement, through a locked door. The room is large and full of the hum of huge computer servers and cooling systems behind protective grills. The edges of the room are shadowed but the desk and chairs in the centre are well lit. As you sit in one chair and Alan sits in the other, he says,<br><em><br>“I understand that what I am about to tell you will seem, unbelievable. The delusions of someone prone to too much science fiction. That is what I thought when I first heard about... all of this.” He pauses to take a deep breath, “Have you ever wondered what it would be like, inside the computer? How would it look? Electrical impulses, patterns of data, programs and complex operations? Well, I am here to tell you now that it has been done, people have found a way to see the world from the other side of the screen. It is... fantastically complex, brilliant and dangerous. But, it needs a lot of work and for that, we need your help. That is why you are here, that is what you have been hired to do.”</em> He smiles and pulls a small remote from his pocket, <em>“I know you do not believe me... but,”</em> he says as he pushes a button on the device and the room fills with a loud hum, the laser in the shadows behind you filling with power, <em>“you will soon.”</em><br><br>For a few moments you are engulfed in light and you body tingles like static. Then, you are in a room the same shape as the one before but the floor is lit-up and it is bare of everything except you, the desk and chairs and Alan. Everything in the room seems clean, polished. Alan's suit and coat now resemble loose dark robes with glowing bars of white light over the shoulders, cuffs and running down each edge along the front. Your own clothes are only slightly modified, seeming more synthetic.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Civilian</strong></span><br>However you have found out about the mysterious building holding the laser that is the gateway to The Grid, your options to get inside are numerous, two guards are just inside the front door, but they can be distracted or, if you are good enough, bluffed. Any ruse will only work so much and after a point you will but forced to run for it. The air vents are an option, if you are quiet and good with timing. There is a back door but you need to get around the alarm to have much chance there. Or, you could rely on dumb luck - perhaps a car crashes by the side of the building and lures the guards to investigate?<br><br>Once inside the room is large. The hum of computers is prevalent behind protective re-enforced casing. In the middle of the room is a desk flanked by two chairs. To the far side opposite the main door is a touch screen computer terminal. Strange devices line the walls and ceiling. People frequently come and go and if you hide in the shadows among the computer towers while they work you can 'piggy back' a lift into the grid, or, work the terminal yourself when the room is empty.<br><br>Once inside the Grid, your clothes are only slightly modified from what they were, seeming more synthetic, perhaps with slight alterations to style. The computers and devices are gone, the hum of the fans is gone and the floor is lit from underneath. Everything seems clean, pristine. If you hitched a lift the will become aware just in time to hear the door out of the room swing shut. Otherwise, you will be alone.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Basic</strong></span><br>Streams of Data are organised, given a shape and a Purpose. Granted Resolution, you are made concious for the first time as the different aspects of your being are pulled into one. Your first awareness is only of you; who you are, what you are, why you were made. <br><br>As your awareness expands you open your eyes to a cavernous room. You are stood in a small alcove. The walls floor and celling there are polished but as you look further away the uniform surfaces give way to rough irregular formations. Bright glowing lines cover it, all leading, to, or perhaps from, your alcove. You can feel the energy in them, like a web inside your mind. <br><br>Another Presence approaches you and you feel them just before you see them. A female voice calls to you as she comes into view. "Welcome to the Grid, Program. I have been waiting for you. My name is Quorra, what's yours?"<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>ISO</strong></span><br>WIP<br><br><div align="center">(http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f162/shadowjewel/TRON%20RP/SeaOfSimulation.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 00:23:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I know that you do not believe me.” You have that right Mark thought to him self, go through into the computer, into the internet, yeah right. Then he stopped himself, idiot of course Alan was not talking about going literally. No doubt was some kind of cutting edge Virtual reality.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;So intense that you really could be in whatever environment the programmers could write.&nbsp; Hell if it was that good then there was serious big money to be made. Forget all the consoles, they would be in the skip. Why watch on a screen when you could be in the action.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He was just about to open his mouth and say that was cool when it hit him. Everything went white and his skin felt like ants where running all over it and then they where in a room, but not the room he had been in. Light caught his eye, there where white lines of light on Alan and his clothing had changed, that looked a really neat outfit. wonder how you get one of them?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Wow, so this is it, your virtual reality set up.” Mark looked around in amazement, “How is this being created, LCD screens, holographic? Lasers?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 09:24:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Brody%20Cooper/48824.jpg)</div><br>Having succeeded in out funning the cops once again, Brody Cooper found himself in the café. Still out of breath a little as he milk shake was poured and brought to him table, he took a deep breath and began to drink the strawberry goodness. He smiled at the cute waitress that serviced him and watched with delight as she swayed back to the counter. <br><br>The harmony was soon disrupted by a couple of load mouthed middle age men would thought it was important to announce their arrival to the seven already relaxing punters. They looked as if they were from ENCOM or some such company and their conversation soon quieten down as they took their seats one table down from Brody. His ears would spend the next few minutes as they slurped down their coffee to a pair of bacon and egg sandwiches as they quietly discussed ‘The Secret’. <br><br>Curiosity would indeed get the better of him as he finished off his drink and left to wait in hiding for the two men to walk on by as he had decided to follow them back to the place of work. How he would get in well that would be an adventure in itself. <br><br>He found himself in an air vent over looking some kind of strange machinery. People seemed to be coming and going from it. Reappearing and disappears as the machine lit up on command. He scratched his head with confusion until finally he decided he had to know where they were going.<br><br>He waited for the next one to ‘go through’ and then the room was empty. Sliding the ventilation grid away was easy as he had already removed the screws. He walked over to the console and started pressing buttons. He had to know where they were going and coming from. He would soon be enlightened but what he would see and feel next was the last thing he expected. <br><br>Unbeknownst to him the laser behind him had started to fire up. It struck him hard in the back as the strangest feeling came over him. It started at the point where the laser first hit him and moved outwards from there. He looked down and could not see his mid section. Then his arms and legs vanished. What had he done? Where his last thoughts before he vanished from the room into a tunnel of light. <br><br>His skin crawled with what he could not tell. He did not like it and desperately wanted to go home. It was too late, however, for such fancies as the white light cleared from his mind and he found himself standing in a large in descript room. He was still clothed in what appeared at first glance to be his clothes, however, after further inspection they clearly were not. No texture remained. His woollen overcoat had been simplified to its base colour and no visible weave could be seen. He stood there practically freaking out as all this wonder around him materialised. All his could say was a question and the question was “What the ‘fuck’ is going on?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 21:33:18</strong>
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				<strong>~*Alan introduces Mark*~</strong><br><br>Alan laughed. “Virtual reality. That would be something wouldn’t it? I don’t think we are too far off that, given how fast things are developing... but this...” He stood up. “Follow me, you need to see outside.”<br><br>Alan got up from the desk with a small amused smile. Walking across the room and to the door, Alan glanced back just long enough to check that he was being followed before heading out. There was a corridor beyond, lit from the floor like the room they had just left, leading to large double doors, not the lift they had come down outside The Grid.<br><br>Alan paused to be certain Mark was next to him before pushing the doors open. Outside a dark city came into view, lit by glowing lines and points of brightness. Above the sky was dark as night and filled with rumbling thunder clouds that flashed with electricity.<br><br>The street was clean and devoid of dirt, dist and rubbish. The buildings towered high above, skyscrapers instead of four story, run down constructions. It was empty of people aside from two lose groups of three male individuals, one off to the right and the other a little way to the left. They were dressed in what resembled black motorbike riding leathers, some with blue glowing bars and lines covering them, some with more greenish lines. <br><br>As the two of you enter the street, the six individuals look to you before going back to looking over the streets. One of the individuals lit with blue lines off to the right salutes with a fist to the centre of his chest before turning to look back up the road.<br><br>Alan returned the salute before saying to Mark, watching him closely, “Don’t worry about them, they work for us. They are Sentry Programs, assigned to guard this building and any Users - humans - that emerge from it. This is a quiet sector, that’s why we chose it but there is still a chance that a Corrupted, Rogue or Non-User friendly Program might sneak in this far.” Alan pointed up at the towering buildings around them. “There are more Sentries in the buildings around us and the streets further out so you are safe here.” <br><br>High above them, hidden from view, a lithe male Program with yellow circuitry observed the events unfolding and waited.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</strong></div><strong><br>~*Brody hears a commotion*~</strong><br><br>While the room is the same size and shape, only the desk and chairs in the centre of the floor are the same. The computer terminal is now a blank table, the air vent you crawled in through is gone. The only light in the room is from the floor. Everything is clean, almost polished.<br><br>Distantly, the sound of an explosion can be heard from outside. Doors slam open somewhere close and there is the sound like of shattering glass then something bouncing off the walls beyond the door to the room. There is an electronic quality to the sounds, almost like they are being played through speakers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 22:18:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mark followed Alan, his curiosity peaked as to what he was going to show him now. It was certainly impressive, high end PC or more likely a super computer driving the graphics engine. Especially as it seemed to be almost photo-realistic, yes a supercomputer from the amount of data that must be being chucked around to create on this scale.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He looked at the men as Alan commented what they where. “Sentry programs?” Mark knows all to well what sentry programs where, he had written enough of them. They where lines of c++ flowing down a computer monitor. Not men dressed in biker leathers giving salutes. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You say they are programs, look like men to me, lets see.” Mark turned and headed for the nearest group of the so-called programs, more likely actors hired to ass a touch of realism. So find out when he reached them.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 10:13:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Brody%20Cooper/48824.jpg)</div><strong>Brody composes himself</strong> <br><br>It did not take him long to take in his surroundings and once he had he closed his eyes and wished to be sent home. He was out of his depth and he knew it. <br><br>He took notice of the noises around him until finally, after he had calmed himself, he walked forward in an attempt to find a way out of the room and indeed his situation. <br><br>If someone was trying to trick him into thinking that this was real they were doing a piss poor job. Computer games he was familiar with and he had beaten them all. This would be no different. "Now to find a door to freedom." he said decisively. <br><br>It took him moments to find the door to freedom. Well freedom he thought, but it only lead him to a corridor. He sighed and began to be come quite anxious. He sat down in the middle of the corridor and closed his eyes and tried to imagine that this was only a dream. It had to be, didn't it?<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>13-07-2011, 17:39:13</strong>
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				Blue eyes blinked open, then blinked again, and&nbsp; of course took in the surroundings about her, there was a strange sensation of sentience mingled with an innocence. Yes she understood the grid somehow, it was waking from a dream, yet how could one such as she dream …she had just awoken…had everything just been that before.<br><br>Before…when was before, somewhere else with her creator. Yes Syd know him well, or rather understood him as a part of this man was within her. Just as a father creates a child...&nbsp; <br><br>Finally …though still looking about the area she was in the blue haired programme spoke, the rather retro woman tried to find her voice. “I am Syd…what do I do here? Is this the same as my different place?” Of course she knew her purpose, why she was there, this was just another place that the worm needed to understand.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 00:39:57</strong>
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				<strong>~MARK~</strong><br><br>Alan smiled slightly as mark headed over to the nearest program, one with blue circuits as it happened. The program turned as Mark approached, his head mostly covered by a helm that left his face and jaw exposed, his eyes just viable through a tinted visor.<br><br>The Program glanced over mark to Alan for a second, who just shrugged. Turning back to Mark, the program asked, "Is there anything I can help you with, Sir?"<br><br>His voice sound computerised, like it had been filtered through some sort of sound system. Not quite tinny, but the reverberation wasn't right. His skin also had a slight pearlescent tint to it.<br><br>From behind Mark, Alan calls out, "Drevan, do me a favour? Remove your helmet? Don't derez it, just... remove it manually? Mark? Whatever you do, just don't touch."<br><br>The program nods and reaches up and traces circuit lines over the top of his helm, before dipping his fingers up under it next to where his ears would be. He pulls it back and their is the distorted sound of sparks as he removes it to hold it by his side. Where his hair line would have been, complex circuitry lines are shown like an exposed computer board, running along and into his 'skull'. There is no skin, instead his scalp and skull seems to be formed by a miss-mash of lines of different colour. As he dips his head so Mark can see better, the road and street beyond can be glimpsed through the lines and light of his head.<br><br><hr><hr><br><strong>~Brody~</strong><br><br>Ahead, the double doors at the end of the corridor are dented. As Brody walks closer, he will see that the dented part of the door looks pixelated - touching it will case the pixels to twitch and move and it will feel a bit like static.<br><br>Outside another explosion sounds as people in black biker-like leathers seem to fight in a futuristic looking street with glowing disks and staves. They appear to be divided into two groups; some have blue and blue-green glowing lines covering them, the others are lit with orange and red lines. One blue marked one throws his disk like a Frisbee, catching one of the orange ones in the back who shatters into pixel like pieces before dissolving to glowing liquid that fades into the ground. <br><br>So far it seems that non of them are paying attention to Brody they are so taken up with the fight.<br><br><hr><hr><br><strong>~SYD~</strong><br><br>Quorra smiles kindly. "Ah, right, yes. I was told you had been active before. Don't worry, transfer is always disorientating." She gestures to the cavernous room beyond, "This is Rez point Severn, just outside Flynn city. We use these to give new programs - and programs from other systems - time to get used to things, because it can be so unstable in the city." She sounds almost apologetic about this, and a bit sad.<br><br>She watches wide eyed for a moment, before gesturing to the cavern, "So, if you'll follow me, I can... show you around. Help you get your grid legs!" She laughs before growing quiet quickly, "That was a joke. Grid legs, like Sea legs... never mind." <br><br>She looks flustered for a moment but recovers quickly. "It's this way..." She begins to take off across the cavern then down some rough steps. The steps wind down and around, eventually revealing a huge expanse of a city in the near distance. some parts are brightly lit, some are more dim which Syd would know, from her grid sense and her programming, just isn't right. To a program with a Purpose like Syd, the city before her looks damaged with many things gone wrong, or possibly not working correctly to begin with. Other that though, the scale of it is beyond anything she would have encountered before, many times larger and more complex, housing more programs then she would have ever seen in her existence.<br><br>Quorra smiles, a little sadly. "Impressive, isn't it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 13:15:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Brody%20Cooper/48824.jpg)</div><strong>Brody as a spectacle unfold before him</strong><br><br>He opens his eyes and hopes that he is back home, but once open he realises that he is not. The dented double door intrigued him a little and after plucking up the courage to touch it was amazed that it reacted like it did. It gave him a static shock as the pixels moved around his fingers. He pulled away quickly as the door opened to reveal the most fantastic of events. It was like he was looking into another world or someone had shoved a huge screen in front of him. He expected someone to give him a control pad and the game to commence, but as he walked forward he did not hit a screen but walked freely into the adventures before him.&nbsp; <br><br>The explosions that he heard behind the door were now realised as the light fantastic opened his eyes to a whole new world. He tried to take it all in but before long he had to sit once again and close his eyes as the sounds of competing filled his mind.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>18-07-2011, 23:35:30</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ~Mark~<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They had certainly hired a good make up technician, the skin almost seemed to be a approximation of human. The voice box was a nice touch just edging the voice to not quite human. When Alan said to remove the helmet Mark smiled seemed the jig was up.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But what was revealed made him stare in surprise. That could not be right could it, must be some kind of optical illusion? He walked around the man, figure, what ever the hell it was. But no matter which angle he tilted his head or looked he could still through the head.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What are you?” Mark asked with wonder in his voice.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 00:05:51</strong>
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				<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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 00:18:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mark was trying to get his head around all of this. He was inside a super computer, really inside according to Alan and from what he had seen up to now he was beginning to think that he was. He watched the program, hard to think of them as that, as it put on its helmet and then Derez it. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Now the program looked even more like a human al be it one that appeared on a computer game. “Err, let’s go to the second one. A bit of peace and quiet sounds good about now.” His world had been turned upside down and what he believed about computers was so far from the truth. A sit down and a few stiff ones sound real good. He glanced at Alan, “You can drink here?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He began to walk as they talked and then it hit him like a bolt from the blue. SYD his beloved program one he has spent so many hours crafting, editing, making better was out there somewhere. He wondered what she looked like, the program had always been a female in his mind, he supposed like cars and ships.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“My program SYD is she on the grid, out they’re some where doing her job?” He looked at Alan not really aware of the hopeful look plastered all over it.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>28-07-2011, 14:00:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Brody%20Cooper/48824.jpg)</div><strong>Brody talks to Sam</strong><br><br>What forced him from his mediation, if you could call a young man with his eyes closed surrounded by explosions and fighting, mediation, was the sound of various items being flung in his direction by someone and being deflected away by another. He had clearly been spotted; well he did not exactly hide now did he? Under attack now from the discs he tried to back away, but with no place safe to go his life seemed to be in the hands of another, who was skilfully, deflected the disc away from him. <br><br>When the man who introduced himself as Sam, Brody’s head was still spinning but his words registered clearly. Yes he was lost and yes he needed to get out of here. He pretty much trusted the man straight away which was unusual for Brody. He did not trust easily. But it was easy today. After all Sam had just saved his life hadn’t he?&nbsp; <br><br>Taking his hand firmly he nodded his head and replied in response to Sam’s suggestion that they leave “Yes I think we do.” As he got to his feet he introduced himself. “ I am Brody by the way and I thank you for helping me in the strange and wondrous place and yes I would appreciate an explanation as to what this place is when you feel we are safe enough to talk.” He then smiled at the man and waited to be led away. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 02:26:37</strong>
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				<strong>~Brody~</strong><br><br>Sam nods, disc in hand and an eye on the combat as he starts into a run, making sure Brody follows. At one point an Orange marked figure makes to follow them, moving with surprising speed. Sam flung his disc at it, which it dodged only to hit a second white disc that appeared seemingly from nowhere. Sam looked around, slowing slightly as he moved backwards, but no one else seemed to follow. Turning to Brody as he ran he asked "Ever ridden on a motorbike before? Never mind, it is the only ride we have so either way you will have to make do."<br><br>Dipping to pull a baton from a clip on his leg Sam broke into a full sprint, splitting the baton in two in his hands, light trailing between them. He lept forward into the air and from that ribbon of light between the baton halves the glowing skeleton of a motorbike like machine formed then grew solid, landing on the ground with Sam on top of it. As the bike had formed a helmet had unfurled from the back of Sam's collar, forming seamlessly with a visor over his eyes. The bike slid several feet before Sam pulled it to a stop. "Get on."<br><br><hr><hr><strong>~Mark~</strong><br><br>Alan led the way around the corner of the building where some kind of squat car with a slight domed roof and over large wheels sat waiting, covered in dull white lines. It looked built for speed, like some kind of hybrid of a formula one car and an off road four by four, with a dash of classic bubble car. Alan hummed in approval at Mark's choice. "Cross Points it is then and yes, you can drink." He sounded amused.<br><br>Walking over to the vehicle, Alan smiled at the mention of Syd. "Yes, she is here. Doing well from what I have heard. A very accomplished Program."<br><br>The car lit up when Alan touched it, the oval roof pulling back to allow the two to get in. <br><br>"This is a Lightrunner. Just think car, but with slightly different controls. Not too common, Programs usually either move about on their own or use mass transport - think trains, trams, moving sidewalk, things like that. Some have lightcycles, which are like motorbikes." Alan explained as he climbed into the driver's seat.<br><br>He waited for Mark to join him before starting the engine which hummed softly. As it pulled away, Alan Glanced at Mark. "Any questions before we get there? We have a few minuets."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>30-07-2011, 13:44:10</strong>
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				Syd did not know what to say or do, it was indeed impressive, it was strange and so real as if she had just awoken from some strange dream, or…was this a dream? Should she dream. The programme was not sure, she was rather confused, this was so different to anything she had been used to. Or was it, did she really know anything. <br><br>The programme really did not understand, like some new born child perhaps, yet as a little more time passed her mind was buzzing with so much information, as if this place was entering her now sentient mind. Filling it with so much data and information… Mark…now that was an important name. Yes Syd knew that much or at least believed so.<br><br>She followed the ‘woman’ silently, trying to take all this in, her mind was becoming so filled yet something in her sorted the information. As always Syd had to process anything she learn and set it in the right place. <br><br>“It is impressive, but I do not understand, I will though. Who is Mark? Do you have a name? Why am I here?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>02-08-2011, 10:08:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Brody%20Cooper/48824.jpg)</div><strong>Brody runs with Sam</strong><br><br>Trying to keep up, Brody ran as if his life depended on it. Perhaps it did, he thought. They were still attacking him and Sam. He could see it in his periphery. Until finally with a few choice defensive gestures from Sam, it seemed that the two of them were alone. For now. He nodded to Sam in answer to the question regarding if he had ridden a bike or not. Still running he looked as confused as he had been since arriving here, since he could see no bike. <br><br>As they ran, he felt that he was slowly getting used to this place but he was beginning to realise that there was potentially a new and unusual development behind every corner. The next one was about to develop before his eyes as he watched Sam pull a baton from a clip. What was that for? he mused. <br><br>Within moments the question was answered as he watched Sam leap forward and before his very eyes the bike in question materialized. With his mouth open in shock, he just stood there as Sam requested for him to get on. It felt like minutes while he stared at his new ‘friend’ but it was likely seconds before he nodded again and sat on the bike. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>03-08-2011, 00:55:43</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mark considered this as this rather strange vehicle carried them along. He wondered if this was an adaptive program of some kind like a graphic sprite.&nbsp; “All these vehicles, they are created by the grid?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Then a thought struck him, “Are their terminals where we can interface with the Grid, enter code?” Mark had said that SYD was on the grid doing her job. And if he could get to what ever kind of terminal they had he could do a quick dirty program. One that registered as a serious file corruption, one that SYD was programmed to detect and sort out.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her programming would kick in and she would make her way to him. Yeah Gods to met your own program, that was a one in a life time opportunity.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 18:02:46</strong>
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				A soft <em>gasp</em> parted Alexis's lips, her brown eyes going wide as she peered about herself~ The digital landscape seeming to stretch on <em>forever</em>, her gaze going up, up and <em>up</em>- sliding across the towering skyscrapers, the neon highlights of the city before her...<br><br>She took a deep, steeling breath, her ponytail caressing the sleek curve of her back~ The air felt cool, but oddly charged- like the sizzle before a storm- even as took her first tentative steps forward, her high-heeled slippers <em>clacking</em> on the walkway underfoot. "This is...A <em>lot</em> to take in," she mused aloud, cupping her chin in slim fingers...<br><br>-She certainly hadn't expected that her System Admin job would lead her <em>here</em>, of all places. She'd spent the last six months as a roving Adminstrator for Flow, ENCOM's seminal MMORPG...Which meant crazy, 16-hour working days, patching the system as quickly as it'd fallen apart, finding workaround for lag and player ingenuity- Alexis had thought a promotion was <em>way</em> overdue...But this was far, far more than she could have *dreamed*.<br><br>Even on her first glance, though- Alexis could tell that this place had *clearly* seen better days. "Wow," she murmured- Her voice seeming to <em>echo</em>, off the buildings, as she tried to look every way at once- not really noticing that the walkways glowed a little brighter as she brushed past. "-Is <em>this</em> my new workplace?" There was a bright, but disbelieving smile on her lips~ One that clearly said <em>Pinch me, I'm dreaming.</em><br><br>Overhead, lightning flickered from ICP towers in a digital sky- Far, far in the distance, from the jagged edge of a trunctuated platform, the roiling waves of a ink-black sea was vaguely visible...Only the weak lights of the Grid preventing it from being enveloped in absolute darkness. A whole new world, literally...
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 18:30:12</strong>
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				Toryk spent a quick moment looking around.&nbsp; No users nearby.&nbsp; No jobs pending.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what to do, so he stood there quietly waiting, but not for long.<br><br>A friendly smile appeared on his face, and he extended a hand toward his greeter.&nbsp; "Hello Quorra.&nbsp; I'm Toryk." No previous requests made, loading default list.&nbsp; "Is there somewhere you need me to go, a user I am to be assigned to, or would you like to know more about my functions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaophim</strong> on <strong>06-08-2011, 20:37:52</strong>
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				Marissa had watched Alan in near silence as they had driven toward their destination, his mystery impenetrable by her initial question about the meeting venue and she had been fairly quick to remember the level of confidentiality that her new position required.&nbsp; Not wanting to anger him by trying to ‘talk shop’ Marissa focused on lighter subjects like the weather and topics which breached neither the subject of religion or politics.<br><br>Feeling somewhat ill-at-ease about her recent disability, Marissa allowed the driver to help her back into her wheelchair with the same bumbling grace with which she had been helped into the car, thankful that the invention of a powered chair spared her the indignity of having to hand-roll or be pushed.&nbsp; Marissa hated showing weakness and her chair was a two-hundred pound sign of it.<br><br>She placed a hand upon her lap and pulled out her pen, ready to take notes as she always did, when Alan’s speech was cut short by temporary paralysis and a tingling sensation.<br><br>~Oh shit…no…~ Marissa thought, her mind going immediately to the plates and pins in her spine.&nbsp; Had she turned or moved wrong, causing more damage?&nbsp; Was this the way that she was doomed to enter a physical vegetative state, drooling and motionless before the BIG boss at ENCOM?&nbsp; Marissa fought to grit her teeth and lunged slightly forward, willing herself to move again, even if it hurt, her mind so involved in her own body and fears that she had not noticed the change in the room until she found herself on her hands and knees before Alan’s desk, her reflexes saving her from having her face bashed in as she had toppled from her chair.<br><br>~Whew…~ she panted, quickly pushing herself up into a kneeling position.&nbsp; And then it hit her.&nbsp; “Wait…” she mumbled, looking first to her left hand which felt both familiar and alien, the limb responding to her commands for the first time in what had seemed to be an eternity.&nbsp; She looked up at Alan, her mouth agape.&nbsp; “How…?”<br><br>She tilted her head to the side as she studied his change of attire, her gaze returning to her still-lifted left hand as she rose to a standing position, her eyes moving down the length of her arm at the strange texture that the clothing had taken.&nbsp; What had begun life as a cotton blouse now looked and felt more like silk.<br><br>“Mister Bradley?” Marissa asked meekly, raising her eyes to meet his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>07-08-2011, 14:31:44</strong>
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				Suddenly existing seemed to be a bit less surreal than one would imagine, at least that was the thought Razz had as she looked around at her surroundings.&nbsp; The waves of energy in the local conduits reverberate through her mind as she tries very hard to make sense of where she is.&nbsp; She kneels down for a moment, touching the white light leading up to the raised pad that she's standing on and suddenly can feel and see the expansive grid in her mind.&nbsp; Pulling her hand away abruptly, the images linger for only a micro second then are gone.&nbsp; Her mind races trying to sort out the little bit of information that she had absorbed in that small amount of time she was connected to the grid.&nbsp; Razz looks at her hand, slowly turning it in front of her face, examining it as if it were some strange creature.&nbsp; Suddenly she understands, she has the power to directly access the grid, to see information as it flows through the conduits.&nbsp; <br><br>Before she can follow her thought process any further another presence which she senses before she see it, startles her out of her thoughts as it approaches from a side chamber.&nbsp; &nbsp;A female voice echoes off the chamber walls as she comes into view. <em>"Welcome to the Grid, Program. I have been waiting for you. My name is Quorra, what's yours?"</em>&nbsp; Razz considers the woman before her for a moment.&nbsp; The beautiful curves of her body in the tight illuminated outfit causes Razz's mind to freeze for a moment, a sensation she is not familiar with.&nbsp; Telling herself to snap out of it, Razz steps forward, "I'm Razz.&nbsp; Where are we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivalOfTheGoat</strong> on <strong>08-08-2011, 02:31:58</strong>
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				Darkness.<br><br>Then white.<br><br>And then yellow against the white and dark. The freshly loaded program resolves into a tight, compact form. Less curved than many female programs, it is limned with richly glowing brilliant amber; darts and slight ballistic curves of light that suggest speed.<br><br>Corrie opens her eyes; dark irises against fields of bright yellow. She tilts her head slightly. Quick, bird-like movements as she takes in the <em>hereness</em> of the place.<br><br><em>Here</em> imminently infers the existence of <em>There</em>, and Corrie knows implicitly that where these concepts coexist there are things that must be moved between them. And if nothing <em>Here</em> needs to be moved, then Corrie needs to go <em>There</em>, wherever that may be, where assuredly something will need transportation.<br><br>Quickly.<br><br>A sense of purpose brightens the lines of the freshly rezzed program's light armor as Quorra extends her hand.<br><br>"Greetings, program. I am Corrie. I hope you were not waiting many microcycles." The newcomer grins tightly as she accepts Quorra's hand, leaning forward a little more than necessary, her body language <em>almost</em> challenging. <br><br>"Where do you need to be?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>09-08-2011, 23:53:26</strong>
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				<strong>~Mark~<br></strong><br><br>Alan smiled has he drove. "They are part of the Grid yes but not a full program, exactly. Things don't always translate as you would expect them to in here, even when you have been working with the grid for a while. As far as I can tell, vehicles are more like prioritising, especially considering lower ranked Basic Programs can't or wont use them."<br><br>Around them towing buildings whipped past at speed. Programs in a variety of colours were a blur either side of the road. At first, blue, green and white were the most prominent colours, with an occasional individual lit with yellow light, but after a while a few individuals marked with Orange or even Red were visible. At that point, Alan turned a sharp corner heading onto an almost deserted street. <br><br>Alan glanced over at the mention of a terminal, his expression mildly curious, "That depends on what you want to do. For simple things, you can access the grid from almost anywhere - but please don't try anything in here. Programming on the Grid is a bit different to programming in our world. I don't fancy the idea of this thing dissolving around us at this speed."<br><br>At the end of the road, a slender skyscraper rose like a spike from the Grid, with roads going off all four points. The top was crowned with a star like structure covered in many small points, lit from within. White power lines raced down the building from the large spiky structure. Alan pointed up to it, "That, is club Cross Points."<br><br>The lightrunner drove up to the building but did not stop. At the last moment a previously concealed door slid open to allow the pair to drive right into a wide parking bay of sorts, lit by white panels on the walls. Other lightrunners were parked, lit in different colours. Pulling into an unmarked spot, Alan turned off the Runner and opened the hatch to climb out.<br><br>Walking over to a wall, he placed his hand on it. The wall around his hand shimmered and went almost like glass as a display lit from within like a hologram. "This is the basic access terminal any User - that is the word for Humans down here - can create. You touch it and... will it to respond. Like a touch screen computer except it wont do anything unless you want it to. useing an interface here gives easy access to this building but you can use it to work on other areas of the grid. For something more general useing the floor outside is better. It is different from what you will be used to however, so expect a bit of a learning curve."<br><br><hr><hr><br><strong>~Syd~</strong><br><br>Quorra smiled sympathetically. "Transfer got you bad, huh? Don't worry, it will become clearer with time. It is good you remembered your User's name though. Mark. He created you. I am Quorra, sorry if I jumped in too soon." She smiled and motioned for Syd to follow as she began to make her way down the steps. "You are here to... be you. Be what and who you were made to be."<br><br>At the bottom of the steps a Recogniser was perched, main body lowered to allow easy access to the main holding area and cockpit. It was marked with blue lines. Quorra lead Syd up to it then moved her to stand in one of the lifts to the cockpit. "I'll get the other one, for some reason they only made them big enough for one person each..."<br><br>Up in control room of the Recogniser, a Blue lit female Program waited at the controls. With a nod from Quorra, she activated the vehicle, it's main compartment rose back up and it took off, flying at speed towards the nearby city.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>grovercjuk</strong> on <strong>10-08-2011, 23:32:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Mark nodded and walked over to the wall and copied Alan’s gesture. The wall became glass like a hologram and then Mark paused, no keyboard, no mouse, hmm interesting. He supposed he could create such but if he was in the grid then he should be able to work directly with it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He knew what he wanted to do, but how to get the system to follow. He hesitated, his hand hovering and then coming down firmly making contact. He knew the file, know where on the system it would be, how he wanted it to look and he thought fetch.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Nothing seemed to happen, damm so much for that and then it appeared a simple ring binder with System Error Log on the front and filled with lined pages. He need a blank page, the next available record. The file flipped open and the pages began to turn, faster and faster until they almost blurred. He knew that in real computer terms the system was scanning the file looking for a blank record but this seemed so more alive.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The blurring stopped and an empty lined page appeared. Right pen, a simple Bic appeared in his hand and he wrote.<br><br>System error code 1487. System unable to read file, clusters inter linked with multiple files at location.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He paused where was he? He looked up above the book and watched, as numbers appeared, presumably a location code. He copied the location and completed the entry. Then he sent the folder away and smiled. Part of SYD’s program was a little routine that checked the System Error Log constantly. And the error he had just falsified was one that SYD was programmed to sort out.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Idly he wondered how it would happen for her, a bell would tinkle, she would get an itch but some how the routine would get the main programs attention. Then depending on where SYD was she would make her way here and he would meet her. He was almost giddy with excitement.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Beaming at Alan, “Shall we get a drink, hopefully we will be joined.”<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 03:37:34</strong>
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				<strong>~Brody~</strong><br><br>The LightCycle raced between buildings quickly leaving the combat behind. Sam was silent as he drove, though occasionally he glanced back.<br><br>Eventually, after many turns, many streets, some well populated and brightly lit while others were dark, abandoned and desolate, they reached a sector lit with white, blue and green, the people there lit the same. Sam drove towards a large, prominent building ahead; Wide at the base, it tapered up before it split into a three pronged spire, the top of which towered above the surrounding skyscrapers. The area around it was level, turrets, towers and tanks were stationed in defence while a couple of blue and green lit jets flew above.<br><br>Sam drove up past them all, no one seemed to pay the cycle any mind. Pulling parallel to the side of the building, platforms unfurled rapidly ahead of them to form a ramp spiralling up the side of the building itself. Sam followed it, even as it formed ahead and dissolved into nothingness behind them once they started to climb. Several stories up and a few turns around the building, the platform stopped forming up ahead. Just as the cycle was about to reach the end Sam turning into the building, through the wall which shimmered with light as the Cycle passed through.<br><br>Inside, four green lit individuals, three male and one female stood in the corners of large square room, easily big enough to park a few cars. The floor was grey, chequered in glowing white lines with a matching ceiling. The walls were dark polished grey. The room for all intents and purposes looked like a blank box, with no fixtures or apparent exits. Sam pulled the bike to a stop, his helmet folding back from his head. Getting off the bike he kept one hand on a handle as he waited for Brody to dismount. <br><br>"This is the security hub of the city - You are not in trouble, you are not a prisoner, but if you are going to freak out on me any time soon this is the best place for it. No offence." He sighed watching Brody wearily, "There is a small bar here if you want a drink. It might help because this is going to take some explaining. Don't worry about the doors, just follow my lead. Half of them are hidden in case anyone manages to break in." He paused then said hastily, "Oh and, uh, sorry for the roller-coaster getting here, that ramp is the only way in from the ground."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 08:56:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Brody%20Cooper/48824.jpg)</div><strong>Brody reaches the security hub with Sam</strong><br><br>Being familiar with bikes himself, he saw no problem with mounting it. He thought, as it sped off how bad can it be? He was about to find out as the bike twisted and turned along the route. Sam had to know where he was going surely. When, what only could be described as platforms open out to form a ramp which seemed to spiral up the side of a building, Brody began to feel as if his meal that he had eaten at the café hours before would not remain within as acid burn was felt in his throat. Sam was not really going to use that was he? Seconds later when he realised he clearly was, he held his breath as he new friend navigated his way to the top. How was this place generating in front of them as Sam rode his bike. Was he controlling it or something? This place was amazing and incredibly dangerous. So many questions and no answers as he was too scared to ask.<br><br>For now. Once at the top, it was clear that there was no where else to go as a wall blocked their way, but to Brody’s surprise, Sam just skidded through it like it was not there. Then, finally, to Brody’s relief, the bike stopped in a room. He did not notice Sam’s helmet retract as he was far to interested in the others that were also in the room. So he dismounted as he looked at them one at a time as he listened to what Sam was saying. He swallowed as his stomach began to normalise again. No more bikes for now, he thought. <br><br>When Sam had informed him of the bar and that he was not a prisoner, he turned to him and smiled. “Freak out?” he questioned “Now why would I do that? This place seems perfectly normal to me.” Of course he was being cocky and of course this place was far from normal. He crossed his arms “Seen this sort of thing before, I have.” A lie. “Environments developing in front of you, discs flying within an inch of your head. Bikes that appear on a whim, not to mention your helmet.” His tone changed to that of child who had been given to many E numbers as he started to get over excited. “So I ask you why would I freak out. For fucks sake. I’m surprised I am still alive to be honest. As for you apologising for the ride here, don’t. I am only glad that I kept my dinner down. I am obviously grateful for your help.”<br><br>Needing a drink more than ever now, he spoke again after a slight pause. “As for the bar, lead the way as I am all ears and look forward to you trying to explain this place to me.” He began to calm down, not so much because he wanted to but mostly due to the adrenaline within his blood stream or indeed the lack of it as all the excitement had used up his energy reserves and on a molecular level his adrenaline supply was spent. He began to feel weak at the knees. It was clear he needed to rest. Trying to show that he was brave and strong he stood upright. “So this bar you say. Can we sit, drink and talk as I am starting to feel dizzy?”&nbsp; he rested his hand on the bike for a moment before composing himself and lifting it and crossing his arms again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 16:24:47</strong>
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				<strong>~Alexis~</strong><br><br>Alan stood back as he watched Alexis.<br><br>She had taken well to her introduction and arrival so rather then a quiet (but guarded) warehouse or a club for a drink, he had taken her to a viewing point in one of the monitor stations. Aside from some of the skyscrapers, the upper points of the Security Hub in particular, this had some of the best views in the city.<br><br>"In a manor of speaking, yes. There are a few nodes where you will be able to help oversee events happening in the Grid but things are often more hands on down here. In our world, you write a Program to help you sift through any bugs that crop up. In here, that Program is a person who interacts with the grid and the other Programs here to fulfil their purpose, moving from place to place to where the problem is."<br><br>Stepping up to stand next to her he sighed, placing his hand on the rails. "Some things you will pick up right away, others you will need to learn because coding here is different to coding in our world. Writing a Program is <em>very </em>different and there are a few ways you can do it. It seems time consuming I know, but time is different down here too. How long have we been on the grid? Almost half an hour? Not even one second has passed in our world."<br><br>He turned to look at her, his expression considering,&nbsp; "Ask whatever questions you want. We can get you suited up as soon as you are ready."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 17:32:11</strong>
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				"It <em>is</em> a lot to take in," Alexis admitted~ She gazed down, through the glass-and-chrome windows; The place she'd been brought to was comparatively mundane- A penthouse office- but with the surreal touches she'd come to associate with the grid. Neon lines glowed, faintly, on the walls- The tiles underfoot humming with an almost palpable energy. The room's chair hovered, legless, above the surface; Around her, data screens danced, information flickering past nearly too fast to be seen~!<br><br>The cool railing beneath her fingers- It was the first thing that felt solid, that felt <em>real</em>, here, as she glanced up into the storm-tossed skies; Allan's summary had filled in the details, but it was one thing to actually <em>see</em> it...To <em>be</em> here, in the flesh~! Part of her wondered if she was really dreaming all this- In her prim ENCOM blouse and heels, she actually felt distinctly out of place~! <br><br>Questions~? She had <em>way</em> too many- How had this...*world* within a world been created? Who'd crafted the cyclopean skyscrapers, the brooding skies, or populated it with the people...The *Programs*...that walked the streets? It was as if some God had grown tired of his creations...Or had left them in a city wracked by ruin. No- There *was* one that came to mind...<br><br>"-I have to ask...<em>Why</em> are we doing this?" She tilted her chin towards the windows, indicating the city below. "This place, it needs fixing, but...That isn't the only reason, is it? What are we- The Users- doing here?" Alexis touched her fingertips to the 'glass'...Tiny sparks of energy flickered between her skin and the rainswept surface- "...It's almost as though you're hoping to <em>find</em> something..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 17:46:59</strong>
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				<strong>~Toryk~</strong><br><br>Quorra smiled widely at the new Program. "Good to meet you Toryk. Well, I am informed about the functions of any new Program I am told to meet but reports like that seldom give the whole picture, if you know what I mean." She tilted her head and indicated the curving path through the wilderness of the Outlands. "If you could just follow me while you talk, there is a Recogniser waiting to Transport you and a couple other Programs who are about to rez in."<br><br>Starting to walk along the afore mentioned path Quorra led the way around a jagged outcrop from behind which the great expanse of the city came into view in the distance, awash with light against mostly dark surroundings. Down some stairs, tucked away and hidden in an indent in the landscape a blue Recogniser say waiting, body lowered and awaiting passengers.<br><br><hr><hr><br><strong>~Marissa~</strong><br><br>Alan's smile was kind as he spoke gently, "Welcome to the Grid, Marissa. The Grid is the structured digital world inside computers and what you are experiencing now is in a sense an Avatar of your real self. That is not a detail that we usually go into but in your case I thought it best you fully understand right away. When your body is digitised, genetic - atomic - patterns are transferred into code in the computer and stored. What we are experiencing the projection of that data in the system. For these projections, a kind of correction process removes injury and sickness from your digital self; our versions of injury and sickness generally don't line up with what happens here so another way to look at it is that some things are just lost in translation. Don't let on but I feel, and essentially am, a good thirty years younger in here then back home, physically anyway." There was a cheeky glint in his eyes as he said this and his mouth twitched in a slight smile.<br><br>Standing, he sighed and grew serious again, "Unfortunately, the process doesn't work both ways. When we return to our world we are restored to the exact state that we left it in, as far as we can tell anyway. We have looked into changing that but, while theoretically it is possible, the risk of doing more harm then good if even the slightest calculation is wrong... Well, the results could be horrific." His expression and tone were serious, but still considerate as he said this and walked around to her side of the table, leaning slightly on the corner.<br><br>"Handling this all right so far?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>11-08-2011, 23:43:53</strong>
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				The smile remained on Toryk's face as his gaze followed hers toward the path.&nbsp; "It is lovely to meet you as well Quorra.&nbsp; If you are already knowledgeable regarding my functions, I am unsure what information you require. You are quite lovely, and I would be happy to satisfy your curiosity in any way that I am able.&nbsp; I imagine you wish to know who I was created by, but&nbsp; I do not know the identity of my user.&nbsp; Internal troubleshooting suggests I may have been&nbsp; created by someone no longer with the grid."<br><br>His thought process complete, he noticed that Quorra had begun to walk away, and he hurried to catch up, slowing once he was at her side.&nbsp; "So am I to wait at the Recogniser until more programs arrive?&nbsp; If there are too many of us to fit I am able to travel on foot if you specify the location, though travel time will increase."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 01:37:26</strong>
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				<strong>~Razz~</strong><br><br>Quorra smiles brightly, "This is Outlands Resolution Point Six." She shrugs, "It is easier to Rez Programs in out here and give them the time back to the City to settle down. Having Programs Rez inside the city has cost us a few good people." She looks sad for a moment before smiling kindly. "It is easier to protect Programs in the air, not many of the other factions have flight capability." She gestures to the path leading from the alcove that winds down and behind a jagged outcrop. "There is a Recogniser this way that will take you to the City. Follow me."<br><br>Further along the path, the city just coming into view she calls back, "There is another new Program waiting there too. Toryk. Another should be on the way soon. Oh, and don't worry, there will be plenty of room."<br><br>Below, the blue Recogniser waits.<br><br><hr><hr><br><strong>~Corrie~</strong><br><br>Quorra laughs as her hand is grasped by the eager new Program. "Actually, I am here to see that you are taken to debriefing, along with two others. They are already at the Recogniser, you were the last of this group to Rez in... Don't worry, there will be plenty of room." She looked amused for an instant, before adding, "I guess we can talk as we walk, hmm?"<br><br>A few paces later she said, "Oh, I understand the basics of your function - I get a summery when I am meeting someone out here - but don't travel through the city on your own until you have the known faction map. Some of the nastier groups wont hesitate to attack a Program like you. There are updates to the map whenever we learn something new, which these days seems like almost every millicycle. If you come across anything that might be relevant to that while you are out and about then please report it." Her voice was firm and a slight frown creased between her brows. "Sorry to drop this on you so soon but we have our work cut out for us."<br><br>On the horizon the city loomed, bright from this distance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 15:16:30</strong>
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				<em> "This is Outlands Resolution Point Six. It is easier to Rez Programs in out here and give them the time back to the City to settle down. Having Programs Rez inside the city has cost us a few good people.&nbsp; It is easier to protect Programs in the air, not many of the other factions have flight capability."</em> The sudden bright beauty of Quorra's smile caught Razz off guard.&nbsp; Something about it was alluring, drawing her in.&nbsp; But Quorra's words drew Razz back to reality.&nbsp; <em>Other factions, lost people, I guess she must mean programs</em> Razz thought to herself as she followed Quorra to the waiting Recogniser.&nbsp; <br><br>The city in the distance stole Razz's breath for a minute.&nbsp; She stopped looking out at the expanse of light and structures.&nbsp; "whoa!!"&nbsp; Her eyes grew large with amazement.&nbsp; Realizing she was falling behind Razz shook herself free from the distraction of the city beyond and ran to catch up with Quorra.&nbsp; "So you said something about other Factions?&nbsp; Is there a conflict in the grid I haven't been updated on?"&nbsp; Razz could see the other person moving around inside the Recogniser as they approached.&nbsp; It would be good to meet other programs and get to work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 15:55:57</strong>
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				<strong>~Alexis~</strong><br><br>Alan made an amused noise as he continued to look out over the city. "<em>That</em> is a good question. We are looking for something yes, though we have no idea if we will find it, or if it even exists any more." He sighed and glanced down for a moment, a flicker passed through his eyes, barely there before it was gone. <br><br>Looking up and back to Alexis, he continued, "But, we are doing a lot more then looking for something here. We are building and rebuilding, changing this world from within. I spend a lot of time monitoring this System from the outside and I can tell you now, it is like nothing I have ever seen before. Much of what you see here was created by Kevin Flynn, the man who began all this, salvaged from his system and transferred here." He shakes his head with an almost incredulous expression, "I have seen programs that have survived that disaster do things and act in ways that should be impossible within the limits of programming as we understand it. Some of them self-upgrade! New Programs introduced here change, begin acting in ways beyond their design parameters.&nbsp; The only explanation I can come up with is... <em>Us.</em>" <br><br>He looked back out at the city then, "Having Users here, it is changing the Programs, changing the Grid. We are teaching them to adapt and evolve, just by being here and interacting with them." He paused for a moment before adding softly, "There are almost ten million Programs out there. Imagining the possibilities in that, for them and for us... Some days it almost makes me dizzy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 20:44:41</strong>
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				<strong> Syd</strong><br>Syd was still so new and really had no idea what was happening but then why would she, like a child just let lose in a world she was afraid, and wanted her father…her creator. Something in the back of her mind might have started to suggest various issues that needed her assistance yet the programme could not be entirely sure about them and the trusted in that which had to be her creator. Thus she went onto the Recogniser and hoped that she would learn more as she flew across the city…was it a City? <br><br>More of her new consciousness was filling with information, surely that was from her creator. He was aiding her….this new world was something so very special and he had blessed her with sentience or was it he had cursed her&nbsp; Syd would find put soon enough….<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaophim</strong> on <strong>12-08-2011, 21:02:57</strong>
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				Marissa continued to study both her own body and Alan for a moment before a smirk crossed her lips and her head shook, her arm lowering to her side.&nbsp; "One minute, I'm fighting HR for the right to stay on as a code monkey, the next i have a pay raise, a job so classified that even I don't know all of the details, the ability to walk again, and a sip from the fountain of youth?&nbsp; If you tell me that the computer process also nullifies menstrual cramps, Mr. Bradley, then Mrs. Bradley may find herself with some competition."&nbsp; She gave a small, lighthearted laugh which she hoped would show him that her flirt was more of a humorous attempt to camouflage her confusion than an actual attempt at improper business etiquette.<br><br>"Seriously, though...what does ENCOM want me to do?&nbsp; Is this some new game thing that we are working on?&nbsp; Or..." she asked, looking down at the chair with a frown.&nbsp; "...did you just have a theory about the extreme limits correction process and needed someone to test it out on?"&nbsp; Marissa gave a sigh and bit back the self-pity, returning her gaze to his with a forced smile.<br><br>"Either way, Mr. Bradley, I am grateful for having even a few moments of my old life back.&nbsp; Whatever you ask me to do will be well worth it all.&nbsp; Thank you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 02:26:14</strong>
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				<strong>~Mark~</strong><br><br>Alan watched with a curious expression at how Mark handled the interface. When the error log appeared he looked mildly surprised and opened his mouth as though he intended to say something when Mark began to add modifications. He closed it again with a slight wry smile and placed his own hand on the wall where the point under his hand glowed for a moment before returning to normal.<br><br>As Mark finished and mentioned a getting a drink, Alan replied with a hint of amusement, "Sure." He pointed across the parking lot, "just take the lift over there."<br><br>Entering the lift and allowing the door to close behind them, Alan commented, still sounding amused, "That is an interesting technique. Quite impressive that you were able to access the Error log like that. To get Syd here, correct?"<br><br>The lift doors opened to reveal a large, relatively dim room. The star structure on top of the building held the club itself, the primary source of light being the glowing white column behind the central bar. From there circuit lines flowed out along the floor and ceiling, feeding lines to the star points outside the building. The star structure had looked completely opaque outside the club but inside looked like cut crystal, offering a fractured view of the city around, its distorted lights dancing through the club. Sixteen booths occupied the star points until they became too narrow to be practical, at which point they were simply solid. Crystalline pillars, lit with inner circuitry marked eight points around the main room and a glass staircase wound up to an upper floor. The lift emerged into a spot close to the bar, a hatch sliding open and the floor of the lift rising to match the floor of the bar. Only rails separated it and marked it apart from the rest of the club.<br><br>Pushing open the gate, Alan headed to one of the booths, nodding to the white lit Programs manning the bar. Currently the club is quiet and soft music plays in the background, vaguely classical. Speaking to Mark, he said, "The drink and food here is energy, coded to change it's form, give it flavour, texture and scent. You will need that to survive here just like food and water in our world. While a User could in theory survive a long time without it, you will suffer for it eventually if you try. Any requests for music?"<br><br>Sitting at a table, a white lit, beautiful female program with soft olive skin and dark hair pulled into a bun approached to hand them both a drink. She smiled shyly, "Anything else?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>14-08-2011, 12:19:54</strong>
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				<em>Ten million</em>- The mental calculation took only a moment...But Alexis visibly started. Ten million Programs, every one a person...That was more than the population of some <em>countries</em>~! And...Considering the endless planes of the virtual world around them- they hardly looked short of space. "Kevin...Flynn...?" she echoed, a little dizzily- This was the part where most people would get woozy and have to sit down. But~ That meant at least <em>some</em> of the conspiracy theories had been right...*This* was what he'd been working on, after he'd made that infamously cryptic speech of his...<br><br>"A self-evolving system- Upgrading itself, updating itself, <em>adapting</em>..." She shook her head, hardly believing it herself. And yet- Standing where she was, in an office of chrome and glass that hovered in the sky- seeing the steady pulse of energy being fed through the Grid...How could she think otherwise~? <br><br>Her eyes squeezed shut, just for a moment, as she exhaled slowly- Unbidden, the holographic screens winked back into existence around her, circling her like a free-floating digital halo. "All right," she affirmed~ "-All right. I want to be part of this...I'm in." Of course, her answer had already been given before she'd touched down...This was a daunting task, but Alexis couldn't help but feel the first pangs of a racing excitement~! "There <em>are</em> other Users here, aren't there? So~ When do I meet them? And..." she smiled, impishly, her eyes bright- "...Where do I start?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>15-08-2011, 04:41:07</strong>
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				<strong>~Brody~</strong><br><br>Sam smiled kindly. "Sure, this way. Just follow my lead."<br><br>Walking to the far right wall, Sam heads to a spot right in the middle. Holding a hand out in front of him he walks right through the wall. Beyond it is a lift and as the two step inside a smooth male voice, speaks, "Identi-"<br><br>"Sam Flynn and guest. Destination, lounge." Sam interrupts the voice, with a slight smile and shrug at Brody. In a few moments the lift begins to move, a distinct upwards motion.<br><br>A few seconds later the motion stops and in front of the pair a door opens into a room with pale grey plush seats and a small bar at the far end. A white lit male Program stands behind it, the only other person in the room. Tall, dark skinned with short hair, the Program wears a blue lit visor. Sam waves to him as he leads Brody to a couple of arm chairs away from the large window that spans the whole of one wall opposite the lift. The table tops are dimly lit from within, otherwise the light sources in the room are the soft silvery glow of both floor and ceiling.<br><br>Calling over to the barman, Sam says, "Just a couple of Clears, please, Jarr." The barman nods and smiles, quickly preparing the drinks. Sighing as he sits down, Sam turns to Brody, "Not many people use this place so it is always fairly quiet." He pauses for a moment, looking a little uncomfortable. "So... Um... Welcome to the Grid?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>16-08-2011, 10:27:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Brody%20Cooper/48824.jpg)</div><strong>Brody has a drink with Sam</strong><br><br>More wondrous lights and objects filled Brody’s senses as he accompanied Sam to the bar. As he sat down, he commented “I think I could get used to this place. Very nice indeed.” Whoever built, designed, programmed, whatever, clearly had an eye for detail, he thought. His focus was brought back to same when the man ordered some drinks. Clears? What kind of a drink was that? No matter he would drink his drink and smile as his questions were sure to be answered if and when he was to ask any of Sam. Or indeed Sam of him. <br><br>When Sam went silent, Brody felt it was time to speak. “Thank you I think” he said in response to being welcomed. “Firstly what is going on? Where the hell am I? Why am I here? What is the Grid?” He said with a whisper as question upon question spilled out of his mouth. Not that anyone could hear. As Sam had said the place was all but empty. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 00:24:01</strong>
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				<strong>~Toryk~</strong><br><br>Quorra smiled and ducked her head at his complements but didn't reply. When he asked about Recognisers, Quorra responded confidently, "Oh, no need to worry, a Recogniser is designed to hold eight passengers, more if needed." She looked thoughtful. "Hmm, I will mention that to the others, travel through the Outlands is both tedious and dangerous on foot. I wouldn't want anyone taking it on themselves to get to the city alone."<br><br>Reaching the recogniser, the holding compartments for passengers were clearly marked but Quorra walked past them to a small lift at the side. "It is more comfortable in the upper compartment with the pilot. Her name is Elliri. Just wait with her while I go get the others." She smiled and waited for Toryk to enter the lift.<br><br><hr><hr><br><strong>~Razz~</strong><br><br>Quorra smiled sadly, "Conflict has been going on since before the grid was transferred to this system. Before, a program called Clu held all the power, but now that he is gone and so many of his supporters remain, the grid is in a very bad way. Even when Clu was around there were factions but they didn't dare stand against him."<br><br>She sighed as they reached the Recogniser, leading Razz to the lift. "This will take you to the upper deck. It is more comfortable then the holding bays. Elliri is the pilot she is expecting you up there. I will be back soon then we will leave." Her expression a little more sombre, she blinked and smiled again, stepping aside for Razz to enter the recogniser.<br><br><hr><hr><br><strong>~Syd~</strong><br><br>The Recogniser holding Syd flew over baron expanse of the outlands bellow. Mostly dark, it was lit only by the ever present storm above and occasional glow of power hidden between the rocks.&nbsp; Quorra was quiet through out the trip, her eyes on the landscape.<br><br>Soon a pair of light jets, both lit green, fell into formation as guards as the city drew close. Bellow, as chaotic Outlands gave way to organised Grid Space, more and more of the city became visible. While some places shone brightly in every shade of colour, other areas were shadowed, ruined. Most of the coty was damaged, even those places lit with power. Only a handful of places stood out as pristine.<br><br>The Recogniser eventually lowered into a well lit space next to the tall Tri tower of the Security Hub, the jets pulling away and heading off to other parts of the city.<br><br>Exiting the Recogniser, Quorra told Syd to wait while she spoke to a tall, very pale female, silver lit Program. As she did so, a subtle shift in one part of the grid called out to Syd now that she was grounded and with a strong link to the organised space around her. An error, a problem, a disturbance that spoke to Syd to perform her function.<br><br><hr><hr><br><strong>~Marissa~</strong><br><br><em><strong>"One minute, I'm fighting HR for the right to stay on as a code monkey, the next i have a pay raise, a job so classified that even I don't know all of the details, the ability to walk again, and a sip from the fountain of youth?&nbsp; If you tell me that the computer process also nullifies menstrual cramps, Mr. Bradley, then Mrs. Bradley may find herself with some competition." </strong></em><br><br>Alan laughed, "Well, sorry but none of the women have elected to share that kind of information with me so I honestly could not tell you."<br><br>Listening to Marrissa he grew serious again, "First, I just want to stress that you are in no way, shape or form a test subject. You are here because of your skill with computers, your passion and willingness to put in far more effort then most. I will be honest and say that we almost discounted you for this job, <em>because</em> the correction process doesn't work both ways. There was the thought that putting you in the position where you would have to keep switching from one state to the other might be cruel. However, you have proven yourself and over looking you because of your, physical condition, would be unfair."<br><br>He paused a moment, "The choice is yours. While the silence clause in your contract will remain valid until you are released from it, you do not have to continue with this job for any longer then you are comfortable with it."<br><br>He sighed, thinking for a moment, "Now as for why you are here, you are here because we need help. Within this system Programs inhabit the world like people - looking, speaking and acting like people, more or less. However, prior to even my involvement in this project things went wrong, very wrong. The Grid, organised space inside the System, is damaged and suffering various forms of corruption. Restarting from scratch is not an option, so we are here to rebuild and develop what we have. To do this effectively, we need to work from the inside."<br><br>He smiled a little and nodded his head towards the door behind him, "If you have more questions go ahead. Or if you are ready, we can go take a look."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaophim</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 05:26:25</strong>
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				<strong>"If you have more questions go ahead. Or if you are ready, we can go take a look."</strong><br><br>You seem pretty knowledgeable about me, Mr. Bradley, and I thank you for your hesitation.&nbsp; &nbsp;I know what I have to go back to, so thank you for that forewarning as well, but I think that as long as it is physically healthy for me to do so, I would like to stay in here...doing my work, as you say.&nbsp; She nodded toward the door as well, unsure if it would be proper of her to take his arm, and smiled.&nbsp; "Being so versed in my dossier, you undoubtedly know what caused my accident and have probably come to the conclusion that - despite the accident - I am usually very adept at thinking while on the move..."<br><br>She would follow him to the door if he led, talking all the while.&nbsp; "You say that there are programs who look and act like people in here?" she asked, puzzled at the thought.&nbsp; "are they...sentient?&nbsp; And, more importantly, are they immune from the grid corruption, or is it all tied together?"&nbsp; She paused for a moment before biting her lip in thought and speaking again.&nbsp; "I guess what I am asking is 'Am I in danger here?' and what do I need to debug?&nbsp; I mean, I worked in the games division before, mostly on ENCOM's racing simulators...if you're needing me to patch a wall or something, I could <em>possibly</em> do it, but it might take a bit of additional training."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>17-08-2011, 22:46:39</strong>
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				<strong>Syd finding her place...</strong><br><br>Syd was starting to take more in of all that she saw and experienced, trying to understand this experience, take it all in become a part of this most exciting new existence.&nbsp; <br><br>She tilted her head, there was a strange sensation there, in her brain, something was wrong, yes something was wrong. The programme could feel it. Yet she did not understand it .This was a most unusual sensation and not one that she had felt, at least the programme wondered if he had …if her creator had felt it too. <br><br>Somewhere Syd sensed where it was, where that anomaly that she was designed to deal with was, she could almost see the blur lines that would lead her there. Not so different than the colour of her hair and eyes, was this something called a coincidence? <br><br>“I have to go …I have something to do will you help me? There is something wrong…”<br><br>What Syd did know was that she needed her creator…for he knew all…surely he knew all?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>19-08-2011, 18:04:16</strong>
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				"Tedious and dangerous?&nbsp; Well, that is unfortunate.&nbsp; Well then, I will head up and it was lovely to meet you."&nbsp; Toryk offered a final smile and made his way up the ladder and into the Recogniser.&nbsp; <br><br>As he took his seat he introduced himself to the pilot.&nbsp; "Elliri, yes?&nbsp; I'm Toryk, pleasure to meet you.&nbsp; I believe we are waiting on more but am not sure how many."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>20-08-2011, 01:30:21</strong>
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				<strong>~Alexis~</strong><br><br>Alan smiled and nodded, his voice revealing some eagerness, "You start, by getting suited up. Follow me."<br><br>Leading her out of the room, he lead her down a corridor to an elevator. Once inside he said, "I chose this building because there is an outfitting station below it, a remnant of the old games. Most of the game facilities are still intact but modified but this one got moved with the transfer to this System."<br><br>At the bottom of the elevator the doors opened into a wide room with a central platform. Ahead, a green lit Program wearing loose clothes stepped up onto the platform. From the sides of the room, panels open and four exceptionally beautiful female Programs step out. <br><br>Alan said quietly to Alexis, careful to not be overheard, "They are called Sirens. They specialise in the recognition of the traits and needs of others on the grid. They work here because they can perfectly match the armour to whomever they are working with according their physical shape and ability. Just... be careful around them, if you meet them outside. They are usually considered neutral among the factions but there is no way to know for sure. That program they are suiting up as a new recruit to our side, a survivor from the old system."<br><br>As they watched, the Sirens stripped the Program of his old clothing, cutting it away as fine, intricate circuitry briefly visible as the garments fell away before it faded into smooth skin. As they turned to walk to panels set into the walls, a wave of dark pixels formed into a smooth jumpsuit over the Program's body, starting at his feet and working up. Returning with select armour parts, the Sirens fixed them onto his body where they unfurled into full body armour. Green circuit lines powered up over his suit. Finally, one stepped away to retrieve a disc from a stand in the far corner of the room. <br><br>A smooth, female voice sounded in the room; "Attention Program, you are about to receive an identity disc. Anything you do or learn will be imprinted on this disc."<br><br>As the disc was fitted to the program's back, his eyes glowed bright green for a moment, at which point one of the Sirens, a woman with very dark skin and sharp features spoke in a smooth, rich voice, "Synchronization complete, Disc activated. Proceed, Program."<br><br>Alan smiled to Alexis as the green program walked past them to the elevator, nodding to them in respect as he went. "Your turn."<br><br><hr><hr><br><strong>~Brody~</strong><br><br>"Right, ok..." Sam drummed his fingers on the table for a few moments as the barman came over with their drinks, tall glasses full of colourless but faintly glowing liquid. "Right, so I am guessing you snuck into the laser room while someone wasn't looking. Fair play to you, it is difficult to get past those guards... they, er, they are very good at their job." He paused again before speaking carefully. "That room holds a digitisation device, allowing matter to be transferred into energy, coded and stored in the computer. Originally it was not intended for people, but, well, turns out it worked for us too. You must have activated the program somehow, or someone did before you. This is the world the other side of the screen, inside a computer. A Program's eye view of the universe." He gestures slightly at the barman, Jarr, before taking a long drink, watching Brody carefully the whole time. The drinks, Clears, were mild, tasting like spring water but with more kick, almost like alcohol, but without the intoxication. <br><br>Sam continued after a pause for air, "So yeah, we are inside a computer. The system is the entire digital universe down here within the confines of the hardware in our world. The Grid is the part of the system that is organised, the part we work with. Outside the Grid, you have the Outlands and the Sea of Simulation. Not places you wanna go for a holiday, believe me." He fidgeted slightly, as he continued, "This particular system got messed up, corrupted and bugged to hell, but there are important things going on in here so we, myself and some other humans, along with quite a lot of Programs, are trying to fix it up."<br><br>He paused then, watching Brody, his expression a little guarded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 11:32:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Brody%20Cooper/48824.jpg)</div><strong>Brody has his questions answered in the bar</strong><br><br>Seeing that Sam had more than answered his questions, even though Brody felt that Sam had more to tell or indeed that Brody in time would have more to ask, he started to drink his drink and when relaxed enough, he replied. “Well that explains why everything including my clothes looks so, how should I put it? Wrong but right at the same time.” To be honest the thought of him being inside a program excited him but at the same time scarred the shit out of him too. “So now that I am here what can I do? If indeed I can do anything, of course, and if not how do I get out of this place should I wish to? Not that I do at this current moment as this place rocks my world. But knowing my exits is always a good thing I find.” He smiled as he said this. As he felt that Sam was his guide and protector for the moment, he would not be going anywhere near the Outlands and the Sea of Simulation even if he wanted to. He would probably ask about them some other time as for now he did not know where they were, let alone the fact that he found his current location stimulating enough, for now. <br><br>He asked one more question and then fell silent “So you say that my matter has been transferred into here and stored as code.” He nodded as it all began to come clear to him. “That’s make sense as before I came to this place the ‘users’ of this device, you speak off, seemed to vanish before my very eyes and other would appeared out of nowhere, presumably coming out of the computer and back into the ‘real’ world. So am I right in assuming that my body is not lying on the floor of the real world but it is in fact in here?"&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>22-08-2011, 17:31:06</strong>
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				Uncertain of the reason for Quorra's somber expression, Razz gave her a friendly smile and watched as she walked back towards the Rez points.&nbsp; Looking up at the imposing transport, Razz stepped up the the life and held on tight.&nbsp; During the short ride she thought about the discussion she had with Quorra, about Clu and the chaos of the grid.&nbsp; It appeared she would have lots of work ahead of her.&nbsp; The lift stopped and she stepped out.&nbsp; There was a program sitting at the controls of the Recognizer who she assumed was Elliri and another program she had not expected to meet.&nbsp; She stepped into the upper deck and smiled, her hands on her hips in the most friendly stance she could come up with.<br><br>"Hey!&nbsp; I'm Razz. Is the the train to the city?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iridum248</strong> on <strong>24-08-2011, 18:07:28</strong>
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				A trifle hesitantly, Alexis stepped forward onto the loading platform- Not <em>quite</em> noticing the neon brackets locking in place around her feet, until she was immobilized! "Mr. Bradley, is this really-" Her words were cut off, in a stifled <em>gasp</em> as the platform lurched forward- Rotating, positioning her <em>just so</em> as a panel rose from the floor...Her new costume, assembled in segments, as if it'd <em>always</em> been there~! The Armory Sirens moved with with their precise, mechanical motions- It was their purpose, what they'd been programmed for. The brown-haired beauty flinched, but didn't move- wisely- as they came to a stop; "-The procedure is harmless," one spoke- Her voice the fluid, limpid tones of a computer. The four women were beautiful, certainly, but something about them disturbed Alexis...Even before their gauntlets flickered with a welding-flare arc...All the better to cut her clothes away. <br><br>-That was it. They all had the same face. The...minor details...were different, certainly, but the way they moved- It was clear they were all cut from the same mold. <br><br><em>"Attention, Program, you are about to receive an identity disc."</em><br><br>A what~? Alexis's lips shaped the word, ever-so-slightly puzzled...But she didn't have long to think about it, as a matte-black substance crept up and across her lissome form- *assembling* itself around her, so quick she didn't even have time to flinch~! Then came the armor- locked into place, segment by segment, fitted <em>just so</em> around her- Her fingers flexed in her new gloves, even as the final piece- A free-floating disk, rose towards her back- <br><br><em>"...Anything you do or learn will be imprinted on this disc..."</em><br><br>When it connected- The sensation, an *entirely* alien one- it made her back stiffen, her ponytail swaying in time to her motion- A plethora of images flickering through her mind- Her life in instant replay, so quickly she barely had time to blink~! <em>"Synchronization complete, Disc activated. Proceed, Program."</em> the system's voice informed her...Even as she turned, this way and that, to get a look at herself~! There was a faint, wan glow in the air- And she realized, dimly, it was coming from <em>her</em>~! "That was...<em>surprising,</em>" she offered- But not sounding displeased~! Her eyes flickered, for a moment- returning to their usual shade, as she blinked again; "...Is that-" she fumbled at her back, touching the humming arc of her disc- then moved her hand away- "Odd...I can <em>feel</em> it, and *not*, at the same time..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>25-08-2011, 02:15:31</strong>
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				<strong><br>~Marissa~</strong><br><br>Alan listened attentively as they walked, holding the door open for her, into the corridor beyond. "There will be training, I can promise you that. Training is vital really, interfaces down here are a little different to what you are use to, so are the consequences of actions performed here. Some things you should pick up quickly, while some things will take time." <br><br>He paused close to the doors by the other end of the corridor and placed his hand on the wall, a holographic interface shining through as the segment of wall shone like glass. Bits of code flew pas the display as Alan said, "Excuse me, I'm just checking the status of some of the events in the surrounding sectors before we move out, there was trouble shortly before we got here. I will need to talk to an appropriate Program for a full report but I can check infrastructure like this and see the location of nearby Tanks."He paused, eyes on the display and data there before continuing to address Marissa, "So, Programs. Yes, they are sentient. Some stand out more then others, usually the older ones but not always. We don't see it on our side of the screen because we perceive so little of what goes on down here, how they all interact. The corruption down here does influence the Programs but it depends on what the corruption is. Some programs <em>are</em> the corruption, or part of it.&nbsp; Some of the corruption has infected parts of the grid itself, sectors that are mostly abandoned as far as we know. Programs that set foot there are at risk."<br><br>Closing the interface with a flick of his fingers, the wall returned to normal. "All clear."<br><br>Pushing open the doors into the street outside, two groups of guards in tight body armour, coloured with blue or blueish green glowing circuitry lines stood guard a little off to either side. Around them an enormous city loomed, gleaming skyscrapers and high walkways overhead. Beyond that, a dark stormy sky that crackled with electricity.<br><br>Placing his hands into the pockets of his coat, Alan looked up at the city around them. "It is dangerous here, I wont lie about that. To be honest, we aren't entirely sure how dangerous. We have some immunity, I know Humans can survive things that a Program could not we we haven't tested all the limits yet. Every day it seems we are finding more and more. So, whatever you can help us with, whatever you can do, it will be welcome."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>26-08-2011, 00:53:10</strong>
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				Toryk had just sat down, Elliri still working the controls, when Razz entered.&nbsp; He smiled as he looked her over, quickly determining how to respond. <em> Target seeks information, accommodation.</em>&nbsp; "This does lead to the city.&nbsp; This is Elliri, your pilot, and I am Toryk, a fellow program.&nbsp; We will be departing shortly and you may have either of these seats.&nbsp; Are there any other questions I can answer?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>28-08-2011, 08:56:42</strong>
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				Razz cocked her head in uncertainty, <em>How odd...</em> She thought to her self as she considered the other programs response.&nbsp; Razz found it fascinating how different programs were from others.&nbsp; Maybe it was a product of the requirements subroutine that determined how interactive or aware a program was at inception.&nbsp; It was hard to imagine, but then her understanding of the Grid was somewhat limited.&nbsp; "That was rhetorical Toryk"&nbsp; She laughed lightly and smiled at the program sitting near the pilot.&nbsp; Taking one of the nearby seats, she turned back to Toryk, "what is your function?&nbsp; Has Quorra told you why you were created yet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaophim</strong> on <strong>29-08-2011, 02:18:57</strong>
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				"Oh yeah, Mr Bradley, transferring someone's mind into a computer digitized version of themselves is a bit trickier than just moving them from a cubical to an office, so I had assumed that there would be a bit of orientation on the new environment beyond 'Oh look...now you have a door AND a window!'..." Marissa laughed lightheartedly as she gazed at the new world around her.&nbsp; In comparison to the 'real word' things seemed much more surreal, not just in colors and textures, but in their total lack of the little things - dings in perfection like peeled paint, dust, scuff marks on the floor and such.<br><br>She smiled coyly as he accessed the holo interface.&nbsp; "Not all interfaces, it seems..." she stated as she watched him type.&nbsp; "A friend of mine had modified some of the features of my current OS to work with a touch screen that he got from a restaurant as my meat body only has one hand.&nbsp; Keyboards kinda sucked for me until now."&nbsp; she held up a hand as if wanting to touch the interface but knew better.&nbsp; "Granted, his hacks are nowhere near the beauty of what you have here, but after a bit of adjustment to the touchscreen, even if the docs found a way to fix me back, I was planning to keep on using my setup."&nbsp; She shook her head and smiled.&nbsp; "So far, the world you have made seems right up my alley, although I do hope that you have more in the lines of transportation than tanks or feet...I mean from what you have just said, this world is pretty dangerous and I can see why the tanks are essential, especially with Programs lacking true human emotion and reasoning, but I have to admit to being a klutz behind the wheel.&nbsp; Every car I have ever owned has met with its fair share of dings while my bikes - my one accident notwithstanding - have never run into anything."&nbsp; <br><br>Marissa's awe grew as she stepped out into the city proper, "Testing limits is my daily bread, Mr. Bradley, and danger is the butter that I melt on it."&nbsp; She shot him a mischievous smile.&nbsp; "I've always downplayed that at the office before so that I would not spook the other code monkeys, but now that work and play are coming together for me in your little world here, I place myself completely at your disposal for whatever task you assign."&nbsp; she looked out at the looming buildings.&nbsp; "Will I be working with others that you have tapped, or is this&nbsp; fend-for-yourself gig?"&nbsp; Her eyes narrowed as she lowered her gaze toward the guards, wondering if there were ways to spot a corrupted program before he or she tried to kill her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shadax</strong> on <strong>04-09-2011, 23:26:38</strong>
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				<strong>~Brody~</strong><br><br>Sam chuckled with a wiry smile, "No worries man, you aren't all knocked out on the floor somewhere." He took another gulp of his drink, almost finishing it. The lines of his suit glowed brighter for a moment as he did so.<br><br>"Hmm... well, when we go outside, the exit is the bright light off over the sea. I'll tell you the different ways to get there later. Unfortunately that is the only way out, no easy exits here." Finishing off the rest of his drink he continued, "But, while you are here, you are more then welcome to help out. Whatever you can do - fight, write programs, problem solve - whatever man, we need help. I mean, you must have some skills since you got past those two security bots - security guys, sorry, nickname. Those two are dryer then my old maths teacher, I swear."<br><br>He looked down at his empty glass then back at Brody. "Well, if you are ready, and if you want to stay, then we need to get you suited up, Grid style. Oh, don't worry about time down here, things move much faster here then outside. Since you have been here? Not even a second outside. Amazing how much work you can get dont in just two minuets of our time when you are down here." He grinned lopsidedly, waiting on Brody's response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: TRON: New World - IC Introductions to The Grid.</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>05-09-2011, 15:23:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd468/sybakrys/Brody%20Cooper/48824.jpg)</div><strong>Brody feels more comfortable with staying</strong><br><br>Relieved upon hearing Sam’s responses, Brody relaxed a little more in his chair. Sam was right, he had skills and getting passed those men meant he could be useful here perhaps. “I&nbsp; can fight, amongst other things, so just ask and I’ll see what I can do.” He tried to get his head around how time worked in here. He liked the idea that he could be in here for years but only a few days in the real world would go by. Or at least that was his interpretation of what Sam had told him. He chuckled at the suggestion that the security guards wear like Sam’s old maths teacher. He had to admit that they were quite dull in general from the few moments he had seen them.<br><br>When the subject moved to leaving Brody drank the rest of his drink and stood up slowly. “Ready when you are Sam and thank you for answering my questions. I cannot promise that I won’t have more later.” <br>
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