Author's Note: WELCOME, PROGRAMS! Welcome to my followers who have read this story from the beginning on (TRON: Ascension + TRON: Downfall) and welcome to the ones who haven't. I'm not mad at you if you are one of the latter, but I'd recommend you to read the other parts, since you'll probably not understand a thing then. No offense. Love y'all ^^

This part, the last part, of my story is the longest, most exciting, most violent, most romantic and just MOST F***ING EPIC EVER! TRON: Legacy will play an important part in it.

Just one note to this opening chap: during the first paragraph I listened to 'The Grid' from the TRON: Legacy Soundtrack (without K Flynn's voice), since it just fits and is a wonderful beginning vor an epic story like that

So, my dear programs, ENJOY AND PLEEEASE REVIEW! (The reason why I want reviews that much is not compliment fishing or shit but feedback. I want feedback, to my OCs, to certain chaps, or whatever. I have nothing against criticism, I appreciate it, since it helps me to improve :) so please sacrifice 1 or 2 mins for me and write me a review ^^ thx)

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/Memory/

"Do you have the bytes?"
The program spoke quietly, although they hadn't spotted anyone nearby. They stood in a dark alley in a group of four, hustled together closely, since they didn't want anyone to be able to eavesdrop on them.
"Sure! Here they are."
The other held up a little bag.
The first one spoke up again, whispering: "Perfect. So, you..." Er pointed at the third and fourth one. "You affix the thingies three blocks from here. Me and Bader do it here. Does everyone know the codes for sure?"
All nodded.
"Well, then..."
The held out their hands to the middle and the one with the bag distributed the little cubes that where in it. As soon as everyone had the same amount of them, they looked at eachother sternly.
"Okay, ready to go! Don't let them catch you!"
Two of them ran off. The remaining programs peeked around the corner of the building next to them.
"All right, come!"
They ran over the wide street to a higher building. While one of them stood guard, the other pressed the cubes into the wall. When all where in, a small screen opened in front of him. Hastily, he typed in some orders.
Suddenly the other spotted a sentry coming around the corner further afar, but alarmingly close.
"Hey, hurry up, man!"
"I do!"
Er moved his fingers as quick as possible and just as the sentry looked over to them, he finished his work. "Got it! Let's scram!"
The two ran away from the building, away from the sentry, who still stood there, staring after them.
Meanwhile, the cubes at the wall began to gleam and it clicked, as the just uploaded file, which emanated from them, spread out. Thin long cracks wormed their way up the wall. Only at the top of the building they stopped, and created a web of little cracks, forming a special shape.
Then it stopped clicking.
Suddenly the shape on the wall lit up brightly: a triangle pointing down.
The two running programs looked up, smiling widely at their work. Now everyone could see it, her circuitry sign.
Susan's circuitry sign.

One could see it from everywhere, even from up here. No clouds covered the view from the End Of Line Club over Tron City this time.
While all those programs behind him danced to the music and had their refreshing drinks, Zuse stared at the symbol on the building down there deep in thoughts. He knew it well, like every program on the Grid by now.
"Did they do it again?", it came behind him, sighing in annoyment. Gem came to a stand next to Zuse. "When will those revolutionaries understand that it is pointless to attach her circuitry sign onto a wall in the city? It is pesky..."
"You are absolutely right, dear.", he replied without taking his gaze from the luminous triangle.
"I mean, why do they still adore someone who does not even exist anymore?"
"Because they are hoping for a miracle, which will never come, of course."
"Right. It is the same with the Tron signs everywhere. These programs should learn to let go and to not bother us civilised citizens with their unrealistic perceptions, don't you think?"
He nodded slowly.
Gem eyed Zuse attentively. He looked like he was totally absorbed in thought.
"I got to back to the arena.", she finally said. "Getting some things done. Is that okay?"
"Of course, darling."
"And..." She stepped closer to him. "Is it also all right with you, if I came here again after the club has closed, so that we can relax together?"
A grin spread over Zuse's face and he turned to her eventually. "How can you ask, dearest?"
She smiled seductively. "Then, see you later, Zuse..."
With these words she tottered away.
Again he turned to the big window, looking at the bright shining symbol. Then his hand closed tighter around the handle of his cand and he strolled through the club. Some guests he passed compliments about their outfit, nodded politely at others and smiled contentedly at his staff. Everything in the club was going well, even better than ever before.
After his little walkabout, he stopped at the bar and signified the two DJs up there to boost the beats a little bit with a grin. They nodded and did as they were told, whereupon the programs in the club moved even more.
Yes, everything was fantastic here.
"Castor?"
He turned to Shaddix. "Yes?"
"He's online.", he said as casually as possible, while wiping over the counter with a white rag.
Zuse's grin became bitter. He looked to the ground shortly and then up to his lounge. He hated it when someone spoilt his good mood. As he collected himself, he clothed his face in a happy smile again, which he mastered in such a perfect way after all the passed cycles, that even programs who knew him well did not notice that it was fake.
"Thank you, my friend.", he said cheerfully.
"Shall we close without you then?", the bartender asked.
"No, no need for that. I think it will not take long."
Zuse wound through the dancing programs and went up the luminous stairs to his private lounge, where he threw his glass cane onto the couch on the right side and navigated right to the little bar at the back of the room. He took a glass from under the counter and prepared his favourite drink, totally relaxed. When he finished, he observed the green liquid, sighed and then pressed a button on the screen of the communication console next to the bar.
Suddenly a to him very familiar voice resounded. "Zuse?"
"Jarvis!", he greeted his interlocutor with a laugh. "What does my little bootlicker want from me again?"
By the change of the tone in his voice he recognised, that the program was suppressing his anger, which amused Zuse enormously.
"Did you see the new creations of the resistance?"
"How could I fail to notice them?", he laughed, sipping on his drink.
"I don't know. Maybe the same way you failed to notice when they affixed them?"
"Since when is it MY task to monitor all activities of the resistance?"
Jarvis sighed in annyoment. "All right...", he said slowly.
Zuse grinned widely. Oh, how he loved to tease CLU's sycophant. Wonderful...
"We could arrest two of the rioters, but they don't want to talk."
"Of course not."
"Do you have any indications as to the whereabouts of the resistance head quarter? Any rumors?"
He licken his lips in thoughts. "Did you check the clue from last time?
"Yes, but we could only seize some emptied databases."
"Hm..." He let his index finger revolve around the rim of the glass. "Unfortunately, there has not been any gossip about the resistance lately..."
"I thought so." Jarvis' voice lit up again. "I really can't understand sometimes, why CLU refers to you as his best informant. You are so useless."
Zuse shook his head, smirking. Did this twit really think he could offend him? "What was that? I could not understand you, my friend. Repeat it again, please.", he said in a syrupy tone and put the glass down.
Jarvis' answer came hesitatingly. "Uh, you are... are useless..."
"I still cannot understand what you are saying, my dear. Maybe your console is faulty. I only hear CHRRR."
"Zuse, stop it!"
"Pardon?"
"I have to ask you some more questions, so stop it at once!", Jarvis hissed.
Zuse slowly went over to the screen. "What?"
"Stop. It!"
"I... ca...der...and..u" Zuse had to suppress his own laughter.
"Zuse, I warn you!"
"Mu...go...fline"
"ZUSE!"
"Bye, dear!"
"ZUSE! I WILL-!"
There he tipped on 'Cut Connection', the voice broke off and the screen became dark again. Zuse sighed deeply and whispered with a smile: "Me too, Jarvis, me too..."
He closed his eyes, leant with his forehead against the wall and recalled the just conducted dialoge in thoughts. He didn't know why exactly, but somehow it raised his spirits. Wether it was due to the badinages or to the circumstance, that he didn't have any informations for CLU this time, he didn't know. The fact was that he always felt tired after such a conversation, no matter how they ended. And he always felt a bit more torn. He'd love nothing better than to have a sleeping cycle now to get rid of these feelings, but he couldn't. He had to meet his obligations.
He opened his eyes again, grabbed his cane from the couch and put on his unmistakeable smile, before going down to the club, where he partied boisterously until the closure.

"You were extraordinary, boys! As usual."
The two DJs gave the cheerfully grinning Zuse a nod and waved at him as they walked into the elevator.
"See you tomorrow, boss!", Shaddix said after hugging him shortly and followed them.
"Until tomorrow, my friend..."
As soon as the elevator doors had closed, Zuse finally let his fake smile fall. He did dance, flirt and drink the whole time, indeed, but internally he still felt as exhausted as he did after the conversation with Jarvis.
Thoughtfully, he turned around and stepped to the big window at the backside of the club.
Far below he spotted two programs in long black coats with orange circuitry colour on the roof of the building, which had been marked by the resistance with the big circuitry sign, holding sticks to the luminous surface and letting it disappear piece by piece. Then the light of the symbol flickered and suddenly it went entirely black.
Zuse lowered his look sadly.
How? How could it still hurt so much after so many times?
Slowly he took his disc from his back and sat down on a small seating accommodation next to the window. He held it in front of himself, took in a deep breath and activated the memory.
'Pink? Why the fuck is my hair PINK??'
Smiling, he exhaled.
'I wanted to see how it looks like on you!'
He moved his lips perfectly synchronous to what was said. This memory he knew inside out. How often had he watched it already? At least a thousand times. And he always had to laugh at it.
Even after 798 cycles. Back then he had watched all of his memories of Susan the first time, in order to forget the pain that her death had caused within him.
CLU had sent him a message back then, that his sentries had found her code in one of the databases of honour of a little resistance organisation in Argon City, which got wiped out a long time ago. Her name was listed under the heading 'Derezzed'. The club had to be closed for more than 20 millicycles. It had been the first time in his entire life, in all this time he had been here on the Grid, that he had cried. Though, he had shifted off his grief as soon as possible, had put on his fake smile again. Nobody should notice that he had been totally devastated.
'Calm down... precious.'
Zuse cocked his head.
He had loved her humour. He had loved so much about her, but he never told her, had been too much of a coward to do so. Already at his own activation, his birth, he had known that he didn't want to regret anything in his whole life, and he never did until the day he had sent Susan to Argon.
After the message of her death he had tried to forget her at first, had distracted himself with various companionships like Gem, but it just didn't work. Especially the resistance here had made it difficult for him. They had informed themselves about her since the famous fight in the arena when Arris got revealed as Susan, which was known as 'Her Fall', and had begun to spread her and Tron's circuitry sign all over the city about 790 cycles ago.
Much to CLUs chagrin. He had expected every resistance to decompose after 'Her Fall', since Susan had lied to them after all. The revolutionaries, though, had celebrated her, adored her. And they still did. The copy of a User... She had become a legend.
Even after the news about her death had gotten around, the revolutionaries had refused to accept it, believed in a conspiracy, that all of it was just a mesh of lies.
But Zuse knew the truth. He wished, he could believe too, wished, he could still possess hope that she was alive. Though, after more than 500 cycles of not hearing anything from her, not receiving any sign of her survival, had passed, he had been forced to abandon all hope.
Zuse twisted his finger around anti-clockwise to select a previous memory. One of his favourites.
'What is your name? And she would answer...?'
'...Susan.'
He stopped the memory and looked at her face.
Her soft smile, the twinkle in her eyes, back then as he'd seen her the first time. He had thought that this program had had a quite interesting appearance, with her uncommon clothing, the brown CCR t-shirt and the blue jeans, and the unreadable expression in her eyes. Now he regarded her as the most interesting woman he had ever met. The most interesting being on the entire Grid.
As he was looking at her, the corners of his mouth fell. Everytime he watched memories of Susan he felt marvellous at first, embedded into these good feelings from back then, but then... Then he always reached the point at which he became fully aware of the fact that he will never be able to touch this body, this hair, this beautiful face again. Never.
He furrowed his brow, closed his eyes, intently trying to keep his pain from breaking out of the box he had locked it up in such a long time ago.
Suddenly there was the hiss of the opening elevator doors.
Quickly, Zuse put his disk on his back again.
Gem tottered towards him with a content smile on her full lips. "I'm sorry. It took me longer than I thought... Did you miss me?"
He smirked at her. "I just sat here all the time, longingly waiting for you, my dear."