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I Gripped the handles of my light cycle, with the lights deactivated.
It was custom-made, concealed weapons, flying capabilities, stealth, boost; I put it together to meet the demands of an everyday life. Protecting the system.
I am Tron 2.0, made to be just as good as the original, maybe even better. But I was programmed to go after almost any threat, no matter what. That's why the authorities of the grid don't like me. They can't control me, and it's control, that keeps them in power.
Everything was fine tonight, I was thinking of going to a club or something like that. Then, a notification popped up on the visor I was wearing. Great, my day was going so well. I activated my lights, blue, and went into stealth mode. I was barely halfway there when an explosion came from where I was headed. I activated my boost and sped up like the world was disintegrating behind me.
Recognizers, somehow they're almost always involved. This was a more recent one, with the ability to fold its legs backwards and go at maximum speed when flying. I lept off my bike, which turned back into a bar, and put the bar into a sheath on my back. The place looked like a war zone. I took my light disc, did a wall jump off a nearby building, and smashed through the windshield of the recognizer; I don't work like the others. The program then put the vehicle in lockdown mode.
"This recognizer is headed for the Sea Of Simulation, where it'll power down and fall into. You along with it. There's nothing you can do to stop it so don't even bother trying. But I on the other hand…" The program was about to press something on his wrist.
"Wait!" I said, "Who are you?"
" I am Prime," He smiled and pressed something on his wrist, then disappeared.
Now I was stuck in a Recognizer on a death course…
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