BE WARNED FOR SPOILERS IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T SEEN TRON LEGACY YET!
An idea I came up with for a sequel to Tron Legacy. I wanted to make a plot that seemed like a legitimate plot they would use for a movie sequel. The story takes place a year after Tron Legacy, where Sam Flynn has taken over the video game company ENCOM and has given The Grid, a virtual world inside of a computer, out to the people so that humans are able to freely enter The Grid at any time. While all this is going on, a man named Ed Dillinger Jr, who was on his way to becoming ENCOM's CEO until Sam Flynn stepped in, is planning a sinister plot to take out Flynn and take over the company.
CHAPTER ONE:
LEGACY
Quorra held tightly onto Sam's back as they sped down the highway on his Ducati. She loved the excitement of going at high speed, the wind whipping through her hair. To her, the world outside of the Grid was so bright and beautiful, and she was so grateful to Sam for getting her out of the Grid. Quorra looked up at the tall skyscrapers, reaching up at the blue sky. The magnificent sky, unlike anything on the Grid.
"We're almost there." Sam said, looking straight ahead, the ENCOM tower in sight. Quorra looked over his shoulder and smiled.
"We're almost home." Quorra sighed.
Sam parked the Ducati inside of ENCOM's private garage. He took of his helmet, placed it over the handle, and walked toward the elevator, Quorra keeping pace right next to him.
"How's maintenance on the Grid?" Quorra asked when they reached the elevator.
"It's going fine." Sam pushed the button to reach the top floor. "We haven't had a server crash at all and Alan has been handling everything perfectly."
Quorra looked at the number glowing over the elevator door, there were still thirty flights to the top. She looked over at Sam, who was absorbed in his iPad, probably handling matters involving ENCOM stock. She was surprised at how much he matured in the past year, yet she found herself missing the old Sam. She missed his crazy ENCOM stunts, his insane methods that always made him the center of the press's attention.
"Hey, Sam," Quorra leaned over his shoulder. "Remember that time you were late to the press meeting outside of the tower?"
Which time?" Sam asked, his eyes fixed on his iPad.
"You know, the time when you skydived into the middle of the crowd." Quorra laughed. "Everyone forgot that you were almost fifteen minutes late."
Sam looked up at Quorra, who was still laughing, and smiled. "If I remember correctly, you were a little upset about that."
Quorra stopped laughing. "Well, I wanted you to be more mature. You had just become the CEO of ENCOM, and I didn't want the press to call you childish."
"Well, it's been a while since I've done anything crazy like that." Sam sighed. "Being CEO has been a very enduring task."
Quorra put her hand on Sam's shoulder and gave him a small pat. "Well, I'm happy for you. Not many people are able to pull off what you have done."
"Gentlemen," Sam Flynn announced to the small group of men sitting around the black table in the center of the ENCOM meeting room. "ENCOM is at an all time high. We have sold more video gaming products than Nintendo, Sony, and Microsoft combined and tripled. I'd say that we are doing pretty well."
The room filled with cheers and applause. Quorra, who was standing in the back, gave a loud "Whoop!"
"Now, on to the Grid." Sam walked over to a computer in the room and grabbed a little device lying next to the monitor. He pushed the button on the device and a massive screen in the front of the room turned on, all sorts of complicated charts and numbers popped up. "The Grid has been immensely popular, with over three hundred million users. ENCOM Digitizing Rays, the necessary equipment for entering the Grid, is in homes, libraries, stores, etc. Excellent job, gentlemen. To finish off my speech, please welcome your one and only chairman of the board, Mr. Alan Bradley."
Quorra turned and smiled at the man standing next to her, giving him a little shove as he walked up to the front. Alan stood in front of the small crowd and ran his hand through his graying hair.
"Well," He started. "Mr. Flynn pretty much summed it up, we've had a pretty good fiscal year in ENCOM. The Grid has stayed steady and we haven't had any crashes, and the Steadhold Glitch was handled excellently by our Grid Management team, so congratulations to them and the countless nights they stayed late slaving away." There was applause, and four men stood up, giving a small bow. "We are beginning a new division of Grid Programmers, which we have called System Expansion. The System gets bigger every day; these programmers will help maintain the chaos of the increases in the size of the System. Speak to Ed Dillinger if you wish to apply, you can find out more from him or on our employee website..."
Sam walked past Quorra and tapped her shoulder, ushering her to leave the room with him. Sam and Quorra walked out into the hallway, and Quorra gave him a puzzled look.
"I'm going into the Grid. I want you to watch the System from the outside." Sam said while walking down to a door four doors down from the meeting room, Quorra right behind him.
"There's no need to explain that," Quorra rolled her eyes. "It's the same process every time."
Sam and Quorra entered the small room. Quorra looked around at the various machinery that all turned on when Sam flipped on the lights. In the center of the room was a chair facing away from a small laser machine: The Digitizing Ray. Sam sat in the chair and Quorra walked over to the console controlling the ray and then looked over at Sam. He nodded, and Quorra pushed a big, blue button.
The Digitizing Ray came to life and Sam gave one last look at Quorra before he felt something slam into his back and saw everything go black.
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INFINITE BLACKNESS.
A VOICE. SEVERAL VOICES. MEMORIES...
FATHER: "The Grid. A digital frontier. I tried to picture clusters of information as they Moved through the computer. What do they look like? Ships, motorcycles. With the circuits like freeways. I kept dreaming of a world I thought I'd never see. And then, one day..."
SON:"You went in?"
FATHER: "That's right. I got in."
YOUNG MAN: "Alan, you're acting like I'm going to find him sittin' at work, just, 'Hey, kiddo, lost track of time.'"
SURROGATE FATHER: "Wouldn't that be something."
SURROGATE FATHER:"I promised you that if I ever got any information about your dad, I'd tell you first, right? I was paged last night; came from your dad's office at the arcade."
YOUNG MAN: "So?"
SURROGATE FATHER: "So? That number has been disconnected for twenty years! Two nights before he disappeared, he came to my house. He said he was about to change everything - science, medicine, religion. He wouldn't have left that, Sam. He wouldn't have left you."
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Sam opened his eyes and looked around himself. The walls were made of a reflective black material that had glowing white lines running along it, like circuit boards. There were various lockers all along the sides of the room, each of them glowing bright blue. At the end of the room was a dark blue door. Sam moved towards the door and pressed his hand against the pad to the right of the door. The door moved slightly, splitting into three pieces, the two bottom pieces, forming two right triangles, sunk into the ground and the piece in the middle, forming an upside down isosceles, disappeared into the top. Sam walked through.
The next room he entered was larger than the previous room and had a large glowing pad in the middle. In each of the four corners of the room there were pods holding four beautiful women: The Sirens. When Sam stood on the pad the four pods opened and the Sirens awoke, walking slowly toward him. Sam stood patiently as they stripped him of his clothes and his skin was slowly covered with the black material of the Grid suits, all the way up to his neck. The Sirens walked to a table in the back and grabbed the armor pieces, then they walked back over to him and placed them on his arms, legs, chest and back. One of the Sirens came over with his Identity Disc and attached it to his back. Sam felt himself getting programmed into the disc. Three of the Sirens returned to their pods and returned to their sleep. The fourth Siren, a long-haired brunette, came over to Sam with his Grid Helmet/Mask. She pulled him in for a kiss and put the mask over his head.
"You need to come back more often, Mr. Flynn" The Siren ran her finger over his helmet.
"I'm here twice a day." Sam laughed, the mask causing his voice to deepen.
"You should be here always." The Siren turned slowly, smiled, and walked back into her pod. "We don't service anyone other than you, Sam, and it can get a little lonely sometime."
"How about we get a drink after all this is done?"
"I'll be counting the minutes until your return." The Siren fell to sleep.
"Rest, Yullie." The wall in the back of the room rose into the ceiling and revealed a wide hallway leading to a flood of bright lights. Sam walked toward the light and entered the massive stadium of the Battle Grid. The instant he stepped out he was no longer Sam Flynn, he was Annex. The greatest fighter in all the System...
END OF CHAPTER ONE
