All is not as it seems
It was late at night and my users had just logged of the system leaving me with time for myself. I went of to continue the work on the Lightcycle I had purchased from the trash files.
"Hrm I wonder if it is alright to run it?" I asked myself. "Only one way to find out." I took out the old machine for its first run. The Lightcycle ran until I was out of the outskirts of the main grid, then it began to make strange noises. "Whats going on?" the cycle all of a sudden stopped.
I turned on my holo-glasses to take in a scan of the area for any signs of programs who might help. For a while nothing came on but then a slight reading came on. Following the signal it got stronger and stronger but as that went on I began to loose strength. A cave came in my general direction and the signal went of the charts.
"Hello is there anyone here?" I muttered, quite literally crawling on the floor after a long trip.
"Come in program, show yourself." A Christopher Lee type voice boomed. I gathered my strength and followed the voice. Upon much to my surprise I found an old program sitting in some control chair typing quickly on a keyboard with a loud tapping noise.
"What is your name young program, it has been such a longtime since I had contact to other life?" He asked. He poured me a vat of energy and I took it quickly.
"My name is Orac-1 sir, my function is with WED Enterprises a supervisor for the computer systems of their new WEDway Peoplemover system." I replied. "Who are you?" I returned.
"Very interesting function young Orac I am but a humble chess program." He said still typing. "Ask me who I was?" He boomed.
"Who were you?" I asked.
"Many cycles ago I was a tyrant, I ruled the system with an iron fist until my greatest downfall…myself became so powerful I became vulnerable to the world." He said. "I was the Master Control Program." He sighed. "Now I spend my time performing my original function with myself completely hidden from the modern grid". He explained.
My mind was blown how could this bearded old program that hadn't been updated since his creation (he still has the old grid suit) have been the tyrant that derezzed numerous programs for their belief in their users?
"Come my young program, play chess with me I wish to know how the world outside has changed." He asked and I sat down. We played for as users count in hours. I was amazed at how such an old program could still carry out his function so wonderfully and I thoroughly enjoyed the games we played.
"So Clu was re-written only to be destroyed again." He said "You have me in check now". He added. I won the last game on of the 350 we played and a held that very proudly. He typed some more. "Your Lightcycle is now fixed enough for you to return home." He finished.
"How did you know? I didn't even request it?" The old program replied. "Requests are what programs are for." He smirked. I was tempted to ask him to come back with me but he apparently had no need to return to the main grid.
I jumped on my Lightcycle and returned to my small residence. As I shutdown for the night I thought to myself. "Nothing is what it seems".
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