This story is my story so I can write- er, type- whatever I want! Buahahahahaha! But I feel like telling an interestingly true story to electrify you boys and girls! Also this is a childhood story from when I was only about 15 cycles old. Here goes…
Disclaimer: I don't own The End Of The Line Club. I do not own the Grid, Tron, Sam, Sam's dad, Light Cycles, Identification Disks or anything else related or affiliated with the movie.
I was watching a show on the TV. So boring. "There is nothing to do!" I thought. I couldn't practice my guitar because it wasn't really a guitar, just a light-up cane with a built in gun. I couldn't hang out with my friends because I had none. My parents were out of town on a vacation. I couldn't do anything! I sighed heavily. Just as I was thinking of eating, the doorbell rang. "That's odd," I thought, "We weren't expecting anyone." I ran to the door and peered through the peephole. There were these guys dressed in black and orange standing there looking evil. They made me nervous so I ran to my room to call my parents and tell them that people were at the door. I then heard a loud crash! "Creator damn it! Those guys bashed in our door!" I thought. I grabbed my cell phone and some money which I crammed into my pocket as I listened to them bang around the house. I then grabbed my cane and smashed the window open. Jumping out just in time, as I ran I glanced over my shoulder just in time to see them march into my room and see me escape into the Grid.
When I was far enough away, I went into a pizza place and as I ate a slice of pepperoni, I considered what to do. First off I should call my parents and let them know what happened. Next I should find a place to spend the night. After that…well, I didn't know what I would do after that. Suddenly I spotted a few kids from my school. They always taunted me and dressed in full black clothes and wore black helmets. I looked back down to my plate, nervous. They wouldn't attack me here, would they? It was a public place after all. I figured that the smartest thing to do would be to leave. I started to get up to go when I felt someone grab my shoulder and spin me around.
"How's it goin' there, Casty?" asked the kid who had spun me around. He was at least a foot taller than my 5'7" and he had at least 5 friends with him.
"Fine." I said, smiling nervously and started to walk away when suddenly I was grabbed by the shoulders and yanked back, while all of them yelled stuff like, "Oh we ain't done with you, paste face!" displaying that their tiny memory cards did not contain grammar rules, unless grammar had something to do with beating up defenseless kids. As they dragged me outside, it started to lightly rain. I looked up to the cloudy sky for guidance but there was none.
They started pulling out their Identification Disks and I knew I was in trouble. I didn't know how to use mine. I stood there at to end of the alley while they stood at the other. What to do, what to do? I tightened my grip on my cane and suddenly I had an idea. I moved it in front of me and stood there trying to look innocent. When the last one pulled out his Identification Disk, he said, "Your turn." That's when I started shooting at them. I didn't want to injure anyone so I aimed high but it was enough to make them run away. When the last one got to the end, he spun around and lobbed his Identification Disk at me. I turned and ran. As I reached the end of the alley it cut through some of the skin on my leg just as I turned the corner. Even though I knew I was hurt badly I kept running, scared to see what the damage was. I ran until I reached the base of the tallest point of the Grid, a building standing an impressive one story over everything else. As I stared at it, I knew that I wanted to own the tallest building in the entire Grid, and it would be huge, towering over everything. A few patrollers watched me from across the street. Everyone was always so cautious around me because they don't know whose side I'm on, since everyone else is coded either black and white or black and red and I'm coded white. It was a neutral enough color but everyone seemed to think that I was not to be trusted.
The patrollers started across the street towards me and I started walking. I could still hear their footsteps as they came after me. Nervously I continued forward even faster but the picked up the pace and still followed. Was I being paranoid? No, probably not. I hardly ever was paranoid.
"Stop." One of the patrollers said in a robotic voice.
"Hello, gentlemen! What seems to be the problem?" I asked.
"CLU wishes to meet you."
"CLU? Who's that?"
"He is the ruler of the Grid."
"But I thought that the Creator was the ruler of the Grid."
"Not. Any. More." they said as they put handcuffs on me and dragged me to the Grid's capitol building. I was shoved roughly into an elevator with glass walls and I made a note to myself that if I ever wanted to impress this CLU guy, I would design a glass elevator for the tallest point in the Grid that I so badly wanted to own. When we got the top floor, I was dragged into the first room and dropped roughly on the ground. I could still feel that my leg was losing pixels, but at a much slower rate now. That's when I met CLU. He walked out of a hidden door and I struggled to my knees.
"What's your name program?" he asked
"Castor."
"Really? What a nice name." CLU said, sounding as if it was the worst name imaginable. He continued, "Do you mind changing it?"
"Not at all, sir."
"How many cycles old are you, Castor?"
"15, sir."
"Do you do well in math, Castor?"
"Yes, sir."
"What part of math?"
"Percentages, sir." He seemed to think about it. Then he turned to one of the guys sitting at the desks and said, "Put him in charge of percentages."
The guy replied, "Under what name, sir?"
CLU seemed to think it over then replied, "How about Zuse?" He then turned to me, "That name is fine, right?"
"Yes, sir." I replied even though I disliked it.
A security guard came forward and yanked out my Identification Disk and started reprogramming it.
"How would you like to rule the entire Grid, Zuse?" CLU asked.
"When, sir?"
"Not right now, obviously but I'm planning on moving to Earth and when that happens, you may rule it."
I asked, "Earth, sir? Where is this?"
"It was where our maker was born. It is where our maker lived. But now I have killed him and it is where I shall soon rule."
"Woah", I thought, "What a loony!" but what I said was, "And what about the Users there? Won't they fight you?"
"Yes they will. But they won't last long. Now Zuse."
"Yes, sir?"
"What is it that you want most in the entire Grid?"
"The tallest building."
"Done!"
"But not the one that is already built."
"Oh really?"
"I would like to own the highest structure in the entire Grid, one that shall tower over all the others. In the very center. I know it is a lot to ask for but I think that it's fair. Just imagine what I give you in return."
"Then we shall start construction immediately. But if you ever try that same speech on me again I will blow you up, along with your precious building."
"Yes, sir."
"Very good, Zuse. Very good. Do you like your new coding?" I looked down and was surprised to see my white clothes flickering black. I looked up at CLU. He laughed at my expression and then said, "I hope you survive the arena, Zuse. You seem like a valuable addition to my team." He turned to one of the guards, "Fix his leg. He'll need it." And just like that I was dragged out of the room and into the arena. The guard flicked through my Identification Disk and took out the problem. My leg immediately started to regenerate. He then snapped it onto my back, unlocked my handcuffs and handed me the handles to a Light Cycle then backed towards the door quickly. I was on my own in the Light Cycle arena.
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