These are WIPS.
The first from the Dark fic I am writing titled "Rectified"
“What is this theory?” Alan asked they continued to ride through the sky.
“Something that will benefit my goals,” Clu answered as he once again ran his finger along Alan’s chest.
“What are those goals?”
“Perfecting the world.” Clu’s finger stopped on the strange symbol on that rested over the center of Alan’s clavicle. The symbol was that of a broken letter “A” and another slender vertical dash underneath it. “I will make you perfect.”
“I am happy with they way that I am.”
“Perfection does not depend on your happiness, Bradley.” He narrowed his eyes. “You will be my first User to perfect. My first one.”
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and from the crossover I'm working on "In Cyberspace No One Can Hear You Scream."
“Your welcome,” the program said as he accepted the cup back. He had dark hair cut short and tousled. He stared at Tron with inquisitive blue eyes. He wore a plain white shirt, dark slacks and shoes. There was no sign of any circuitry, non on his tan long coat or that blue scrap of cloth that hung from his neck. He remembered Flynn referring to them as ties.
“How did you know my name?” Tron asked. He had never seen this program before. “Were you just written by Flynn or his son and sent here?”
“No human wrote me.” He tilted his head slightly as he stared at Tron.
“But that means…” Tron blinked before he stood up. “That’s impossible. The sea has been poisoned. You can’t be an ISO.”
“A what?” The program blinked.
“Not an ISO. What kind of program are you?”
“I’m not a program.”
“You’re a User?” Tron had no idea how another User had come through the portal unless Flynn or his son brought a friend over. He had no idea how many cycles he had been out?
“What’s a User?”
“Those who wrote us. You also call yourselves humans.”
“I’m not a human.”
“If you are not a program, and you are not a User. Then what are you?”
“I’m an angel of the lord.”
 Spacebabie76 · Sat Feb 19, 2011 @ 11:42pm · 0 Comments |
