I was sad to see no fics related to Flynn and Quorra alone. Today, I see there is one at last. But I had started this, so wanted to post it as well.
Comments are welcome, and downright encouraged.
I do not own Tron or Tron Legacy.
Paragraph 4 is taken from the film script, so I tip my hat to the film's writers for that.
Shadow Life: a journal on paper
Cycle one
I am writing this in increments, as Flynn tries to live what he refers to as "a normal life". We will have "days", we will sleep, eat, play, and we will hope.
I am an ISO. I am called Quorra. As Flynn explained it to me, I and my people were born from something, and nothing. We weren't written or created by Users. We just spontaneously appeared on the Grid. Even Flynn, the Creator of the Grid is unsure how we came about, or why.
All I know is Flynn is my savior. He found me after the Purge, where Clu, one of Flynn's own creations, sought out my people, and destroyed them all. If any escaped, I don't know of it. As far as we are concerned, I am the last of my kind.
Clu was relentless. Black Guards were executing ISOs in the streets. Everyone I knew disappeared. Then they came for me. So I ran. Some less sympathetic programs smuggled me out of the city, and soon had me surrounded. I prepared for the end. Then, just as everything was going dark, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and when I opened my eyes, there standing above me, was the Creator. He saved me. I guess you could say I was a rescue.
Flynn had used that term, meaning something lost that is found, and taken in as family. He refused to acknowledge his part in my being alive, until finally I was able to convince him that he indeed, had rescued me. He is such a self-effacing person, that he found it difficult to accept my perhaps, overly effusive gratitude. He said I was a miracle, and that he was only giving fate a helping hand. He said he felt my kind would have been a way to save his own world, to remake it into something wonderful. With everyone gone but me, he seems determined to keep me safe.
Most programs can't go off the Grid. That I was able to survive, even here in the Outlands, was a testament to my abilities over basic programs. Flynn told me that when he went into hiding after Clu's betrayal, he discovered that this area was practically untouchable by basics. There just wasn't enough power to support them very long. That is not an issue for me.
So here I am, in the Creator's safehouse. He is very kind to me. We don't know what will happen. I stand by helplessly as Flynn looks across the wasteland toward the city, but I suspect he is remembering. We are alone, and he says his stories of "the old days" will keep us both entertained. He is also going to teach me to play a game called "Go". I ponder all that he's told me, and I realize, I like the word 'family'. Flynn and I are family.
I close this paper journal Flynn has given me. He calls it a book. He wants me to write down anything I choose. He says it is for me alone, and that he won't read it without my permission. I tuck it into a drawer of the dresser, Flynn called it, that sits in my room. I have my own room, with my own bed and my own dresser. I'm not sure what I should do with any of them, but I'm sure Flynn will show me.
More to come...