"Users it's freezing out here," Beck complained, blowing warm air into his hands.
Tron sighed, "It's the cold season on this part of the grid, which is why I told you to come prepared." He said, ending with a pointed stare at his apprentice.
"You didn't tell me it would be this cold!" Beck argued, snagging a blanket from his tent.
Tron shook his head, choosing to ignore his apprentice.
Beck looked at the monitor, who showed no sign of being cold, despite it being below freezing.
"How are you not cold?" He asked Tron, his teeth chattering.
He waited several nanos for the monitor to respond, but he never did.
"Well Beck, I'm always prepared," The younger program mocked, "Which is something you should be too." Beck waved a finger in front of him, his voice not quite as deep as Tron's.
Tron sighed, irritated, "I can hear you."
"He speaks!" Beck exclaimed, cracking a grin at Tron's displeasure.
"Something I wish you would stop doing." The older program responded, glaring at his apprentice.
The mechanic put his hand over his chest in mock hurt, "Hey! I'm just -"
Beck cut himself off when something cold and wet landed on his nose.
He stared at the melting white flake on his nose. "What the…" He trailed off looking up as more flakes fell from the sky.
"Uh, Tron?" He called, wary of the falling flakes.
"What?" Tron muttered, distracted by the tablet.
Beck looked up, "Why is ash falling from the sky? I don't see any broken jets or recognizers."
His mentor looked over to him, his brow furrowed, "It's not ash, Beck, it's snow."
"Snow?" Beck repeated, looking at the flake on his hand.
"Have you never seen snow?" Tron asked, astoundment coloring his voice.
Beck shook his head, still looking back up in wonder, "It's too hot in Argon for snow, and when I lived in Xenon I was always making trips elsewhere and never got to see it."
"Isn't Xenon near Tron city?" His mentor asked, curious of Beck's past.
The mechanic nodded and glanced over to Tron, a bright smile on his face, "It's about 100 clicks west of the city."
Beck shifted and reclined back so he could see the sky easier. He tugged the blanket closer to him, the wetness of the snow chilling him faster.
The mechanic tracked the falling flakes with lazy wonder, it became harder to track them as more and more snow fell, some sticking to the ground.
Tron opened his mouth to say something to his apprentice, but was cut off by a joyful laugh. He looked over to Beck who was wiping something from his face.
The monitor looked down and turned the data pad off, the mission could wait a little longer, Beck could enjoy the snow while he was able to.