The Grid shined brightly with the light of all the different buildings and programs that inhabited it. Life was good in the computer world of Kevin Flynn. Especially from Tron's viewpoint.
Clu had just given him the estimate on Gridbug attacks this cycle. None. This was cause for celebration. The Grid operated at its peak.
Flynn would be pleased. And Tron was pleased when Flynn was pleased. Even though the User had declared the two friends, it was Tron's very nature to be the lower lifeform, the servant. He had left behind the beautiful and colorful system that he'd known and entered the dark world of the Grid.
He'd seen the first bright light in the Grid, emanating from Flynn's hands. He'd overseen the construction of every building, every city. However, it was just not home. Home was the colorful, multilayered world built by hundreds of Users with various intentions and plans.
The Grid on the other hand, was built just by Flynn who followed absolutely nothing except his moods. The Grid didn't look like home. It looked like an anomaly in the equation of TRON. Tron's past, present and future was programmed directly into him. The Grid was something foreign to the program. Something natural. But to make things more confusing, it was also unnatural.
Tron had never witnessed nature. His very existence was a predetermined amount of 1's and 0's, plus and minus, positive and negative.
He didn't know what nature was. Yet, he felt that the Grid was unnatural to him. It wasn't colorful, it was monochromatic. Black and white.
What is the natural?
What is the unnatural?
Tron grinned as he saw the star of Input-Output glow. Kevin Flynn had returned. About time too.
Taking a private Recognizer, Tron and a grumpy Clu flew all the way across the Grid and over the Sea of Simulation. Suddenly, to their alarm, a flash of bright light shone through the dark Grid for a second and disappeared.
"What was that?!" demanded Clu from the pilot program who just shook his head.
Suddenly, a loud, deafening rumble was heard throughout the system.
"Put us down!" yelled Clu. The pilot program complied. Fortunately, the Recognizer was almost there and it landed near the I/O portal. The trio emerged and ran out towards the portal, hoping to avoid whatever had happened.
Suddenly, another lightning bolt shattered the sky and the deafening rumble was heard again.
Tron looked up to see a figure standing in the light of Input-Output.
The Creator.
Flynn did not look well. Not well at all. It was almost as if some kind of a corruption had affected him.
"Flynn, something is happening-" started Tron, but Flynn cut him off.
"Shut up!" he barked, leaving Tron, Clu and the pilot shocked. The User had never been in such a foul mood before.
Actually, now that Tron thought about it, he'd never seen Flynn in a foul mood before. The mood seemed to fit the administrative program much more than the User.
"Flynn!" yelled Clu. "Look, I don't know what's wrong, but-"
"What's wrong is that my administrator is a jackass!" roared Flynn. "Now... that thing up there is a lightning storm. Get used to it!"
With those words, Flynn created his own Light Jet and flew away towards TRON City.
It wasn't until 20 years later that the recently restored Tron had learned the reason behind the lightning storm's creation.
It was the night of Jordan Flynn's death. Tron had forgiven his friend long ago, though.
And to this microcycle, the old security program still looked up towards the sky at the storm, happy to finally have the answer to his question.
The Grid is definitely natural.
Author's Notes: The story was directly inspired by the lightning storm that went over my house as I was writing this. Plus, you can notice that in the movie, during the flashback of Clu's creation there is no lightning storm.
