Hello people, and Happy New Year! Well, it will be for me in a couple hours anyway. I thought I'd get a start on my first story. I should mention in the likely event you didn't read my profile that this story takes place in the Tron 2.0 time line. In my stories Tron Legacy didn't happen. I'll be happy to argue about the merits of the different time lines in a PM.

Chapter 1: Activation

Who are we? Why are we here? Where is here?

"We're getting activity readings from the subject," a program said outside our containment chamber. Our visual subroutines came online with an odd upward sliding motion. We rotated our head, taking in the view.

We were in a semicircular containment chamber or tank of some sort bolted to a metal wall. Our scanners didn't tell us the names of the programs that were in the chamber ours was in, so we assumed they were either hardware or wetware. One of the programs walked up to our storage chamber and tapped on the transparent surface.

"Is the subject awake, can it hear us Mr. Renalds?" the program asked of another who was monitoring readings.

"Yes sir, the subject is fully aware," the response came from the program identified as Renalds.

"Okay then. Composite, I am Dr. Lightfoot. You have been created in our lab. So far, you seem to be a complete success. You are the only one of our subjects to awaken." the program, Lightfoot, told me.

Composite? Is that our name?

"You wonder why we created you. Don't you?"

Where are we? Where is here? "Yes, we do wonder about our current circumstances," we told Lightfoot.

"Ah, I had expected you to use singular pronouns, having only one mind, but no matter. It makes no difference," Lightfoot explained as he walked over to some sort of large I/O Node. He then proceeded to turn the Node on and bring up an image containing a dark gray circle with a right-angled light gray band of the background disconnecting the lower right quarter. In the horizontal part of the right angle appeared the lettering FCON. Under the circle the words "FUTURE CONTROL INDUSTRIES" appeared. "Here at Fcon, we try and take control of as much of the Internet as possible, one piece at a time, for he who controls the Net controls the world!"

"What does this mean for us?" We asked in a no-nonsense tone indicating we were ready for him to get to the point.

"Our latest project, Project Shockwave, is a militarized project with the goal of obtaining a sentient AI capable of entering and exiting the Cyberworld at will. You are the result." was Lightfoot's reply to this question. He began walking back towards our containment chamber. "You will help us control the Internet."

During his speech, we had been looking down at ourself. We were wearing some sort of seamless but not form-fitting red armor. What is this for? Are we a combat unit? "And if we don't want to help?"

"You don't have a choice," Lightfoot said, pressing a button on a console next to my chamber. A program attempted to enter our mind and control it. We immediately quarantined the code and decompiled it. It was, as we suspected, a mind control program. What we did not expect was what it revealed. It was specially designed to control a brain and mind that was as much wetware as it was software. Not well designed enough. All this went through our mind in less than a tenth of a second. We decided to play along, and even let a few parts of the program go through, some which would help us in the future.

We tensed up and let out a painfully loud screech of agony before going limp, suspended only by the fluid in the tank. Blue circuit patterns appeared along our body. A Disk made entirely of data appeared on our back, solid red except for blue circuit patterns like the coloring of our armor. We raised our head, staring out into space. "What is your first command, sir?" We asked in a monotone.

"Hmm. It wasn't supposed to do quite that, but the primary function seems to be working properly." Lightfoot mused, noticing the readings on Renalds's display change to match expected results. "For your first mission, there is a group of ENCOM ICPs guarding some algorithms we want. Get them."

We spent the time during his short briefing running diagnostics. We discovered information concerning several subroutines, including the proper way to throw a Disk, how to recall a thrown Disk, how to block with a Disk, and about an arm-mounted ballistic projectile weapon known as a "Shotgun" that fired a small cloud of "12-gauge" pellets. We read about how to summon it, how to load it with Energy to fire pellets and "Blanks," shells without pellets. We read about how to load other ammunition we came across, its ability to copy weapons loaded into it, though only for a limited time. We read about latent abilities that our biological components, which in our memory appeared as some sort of animal identified as a "Mobian Single-Tailed Fox," with blue fur and purple muzzle, chest, and paws. So that's why we have a tail We also appeared to have a black helmet with some sort of upward-pointing quills with red streaks on them and a visor that we could polarize or depolarize at will.

We depolarized our visor and slammed our face into an emotional configuration identified as "Anger/Rage" and summoned our shotgun. "Not if we can help it!" We stated firmly, blowing the cell open. Fluid spilled everywhere, and Lightfoot backed away holding his hands above his head in a gesture of surrender,, supporting our theory that he was a wetware program. "We take orders from nobody!"

"Please don't hurt me! It wasn't supposed to go this way, The Command Program was perfection incarnate!" Lightfoot wailed, clearly scared out of his circuits.

"We have no reason to hurt you. Don't change that," we stated in a voice that could have frozen even the most powerful Seeker. With this, we exploded into red cubes of data, flowed around one of the computers, and entered it through any input port we could find.

So, what did you think? I'm hoping it wasn't too bad as this is my first attempt at published Fan Fiction. I hope you enjoyed it and am going to be uploading a new chapter soon. Feel free to tell me what you think in a review. And feel free to be "That Guy" about spelling and grammer. Actually, I'd prefer it. Just to throw this out there, I did consider having Dr. Lightfoot go for a weapon and being "Derezed" by Composite, but decided that would set the wrong first impression. Until next time, this is SabaraOne, Logging Out.