Mi aerodeslizador esta lleno des anguilas.
That's french for "I don't own TRON." This disclaimer applies to all future chapters as well.
If I did, there would be a TR3N movie.
Also, standard 'my first fanfic' disclaimer nobody wants to read.
THE GRID
The receiving array's grid of intangible lines glowed a brilliant white, contrasting the dim user-believer blue elsewhere in the facility. The array was the size of a small room and was encased in four glass walls, and had a black floor and ceiling. Facing the array were a set of complex control panels, operated by subordinate programs. Yori, the facility administrator, paced endlessly across the room as she reviewed the status of the array.
"Ping as ready," she said, satisfied with the data.
A subordinate nodded and manipulated his panel. "Ping sent," he said. Moments later, he added, "Receiving data stream."
Yori looked toward the array, which grew brighter as additional lines appeared to further subdivide it. The hum of the extreme energies penetrated the facility. Finally, when it could get no brighter, the array began derezzing, leaving a strange object in its place.
The object was the approximate size of a bit - a comparison that could easily be made thanks to the curious bit that approached it. At first glance it appeared to be a sphere, but as Yori held it, she could see smooth surface detailing far more complex than anything on the grid.
"Fractal?" she asked the bit. The object seemed to have infinite complexity. Maybe objects in the User world were based on fractals?
The bit remained silent. For a creature only capable of replying yes or no, it had an odd way of saying much more than that by ignoring the question. The bit knew as much about the object as she did - that is, nothing.
The object also had the colour of a program from outside the grid. It seemed odd that the Users would have the same colour as a hacker.
Yori's contemplation of the strange User object was cut short by a sudden darkness. Another power loss thanks to the MCP's hoarding. She hoped her User wouldn't hold it against her.
The lights were restored, and the array's walls redigitized. Her bit began looping 'no' in panic, and she realized the array was activating with the bit inside - and the precious User object outside, in her hand. Yori should never have touched the glitched thing in the first place...
"Cancel! Cancel!" Yori called to the subordinate programs, though it was too late. The array lit up and derezzed, leaving the space empty and the object still in Yori's hand. The bit was gone.
"Transfer complete," said the lead subordinate. "Digital-analog conversion returns success." The bit had been processed sucessfully by a system not designed to parse programs.
"Send error code..." Yori blanked. Of the countless error codes available to her, none of them satisfactorily covered the situation. "0x81A." Close enough.
She looked at the spherical object and resignedly put it in a memory box. The Users did not ask for a bit, and the next time the array was active Yori would return their elastic fractal sphere. Until then, she would hold onto a pointer to the box. Tron might find her new information about the User world intriguing...
EARTH
Walter Gibbs frowned at the tiny monitor. "What was that?" He was expecting an orange, not a flying thing from the laser. Whatever it was, it was out of the camera's field of view.
"I just got a reconstruction failure, target in buffer error," Lora said, beside him. "The orange is still in the laser. Whatever that is, it's not the orange."
Alan walked down the stairs from the elevator towards them. "Technical difficulties?"
"We put in an orange," Lora said, "and got something else out. Only Yori insists the orange is still in there!"
"Probably the MCP's fault," spat Alan. "All it does is get in the way."
"Unlikely," said the aging scientist. A diagnostic readout caught his eye, and he frowned. "Stranger and stranger. The particles for the orange are still suspended in memory. So what's that other thing made of?"
YES.
Everyone's heads snapped to the source of the sound. It was a unlike anything they'd ever seen before, a constantly morphing geometric object suspended in the air. Gibbs recognized two shapes it was alternating between. It must have heard them from within the digitization room and wandered out, looking for them.
Alan was the first to speak. "You're made of 'yes'?"
NO. It transformed into a spiky red ball as it said it, then reverted to its original form. Somehow, it seemed disappointed in Alan.
Gibbs stepped towards it in excitement. "Yes, no, can you say anything else?"
NO.
"You're a bit!" he exclaimed.
YES. The bit did not seem as excited about the discovery as Gibbs.
Alan reached out as if to touch the bit. "So this is what Yori thinks a bit would look like as a physical object?" He pulled his hand back as it transformed into a spiky ball of NO.
"Yori's a driver for the laser hardware," Lora corrected. "It doesn't actually do the digitizations, just manages them."
YESNO.
"Yori's a driver?"
YES.
"Yori manages the digitizations?"
YES.
Lora frowned. What was the bit complaining about? "It manages the digitizations?"
NO.
"She?"
YES.
A/N: This series takes place in what I am calling the 'orange AU'. This chapter is where this timeline starts to differ from TRON canon.
Future chapters planned.
The plot of TRON 1982 remains unchanged unless otherwise posted.