Prologue: The Legacy

Dearest User,

Kevin Flynn was master of the Grid. He was a brilliant man, willing to sacrifice himself for any goal. He was the Creator and made the his creations beautiful. But now he is gone. Who will step in to take his place?

I wanted to invite you to take part in a mission, a mission of great importance.

There are keys to this world. Flynn is gone and he has left behind his legacy. There are keys that are deep within the fabric of this reality, things that he has left behind I have been trying to find them on my own, but have had little luck. The keys are elusive, but there are clues. Whoever holds the keys to the Grid will have the unlimited creative power of the Grid itself, the power of a god. I know that Flynn has hidden these keys in hopes that others will find them and continue to pursue his dreams.

We hope you will join us. For now the Grid is open.

You're welcome.

-Cyphen

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...You're welcome.

-Cyphen

Jayla wondered how this strange email had ended up in her inbox. She tried tracing the message back through the various email addresses in the header. Everything lead to dead ends. The message was about the Grid and Flynn. Flynn, maybe Cyphen meant Sam Flynn, her boss. But that didn't make any sense. Cyphen said that Flynn was gone, but her boss was very real and alive.

"And calling me right now." Jayla groaned as she answered her cell. It was 4:30 in the morning, and she was nowhere near ready for Sam to call her in. But it happened. Part of her job was being on call at a moment's notice, and it was part of the job she hated most.

"Hey. What's up?"

"I need you." Sam sounded particularly awake for 4:30 in the morning. Not his usual style. His usual style meant partying until 2:00 and sleeping until 12:30. Jayla knew something was going on.

"What's going on?"

"There's been a breakthrough. The ISO units are recreating themselves! We need everyone here right away."

Before he could finish, Jayla was out of bed and getting ready. She didn't even stop for breakfast before putting on her helmet and rushing out the door. Soon she mounted her motorcycle and rushed to the lab. It was beginning, and she wanted to be there to see it.

She forgot all about the email. She would remember it later.