It was amazing. Arthur Kirkland was abducted /into/ a computer.
Just to think! He'd worked for ENCOM as a simple employee and arcade owner, before this incident. However, things weren't going well. He just… /Knew/ that the Russian executive above him stole four video games that he 'created'. Arthur knew that Braginski was a crook. Something was just… Strange about that man.
In attempt to prove his accusations, he attempted to hack into the computer, however, Braginski's 'Master Control Program' stopped him every time…
One night, Arthur's old girlfriend, Elizaveta and her new boy friend, a Japanese man named Kiku decided to help him. They assisted, and successfully broke into ENCOM and attempted to shut down the MCP with Kiku's security program, TRON.
In a last attempt to stop the hacker, the MCP used Elizaveta's matter transmission program, converts the Briton into data, and pulls him into the computer, where there is an electronic world, under the dictatorship of MCP…
The only way out was through TRON's help.
"Dad! You're home!", the little blonde boy practically squealed as he bounded from the bed to hug his father. "Alfred, you should be in bed right now!", Arthur laughed. He couldn't be mad, now. Not after his ordeal, and that bright face looking at him. Arthur scooped his son up and nuzzled Alfred's cheek, yielding a giggle.
"I wanted to wait up for you! You always tell me a story, Daddy!", Alfred chirped as Arthur carried him back. The Brit tucked the boy in, "A story is what you want, hm…?", "Yes, please! Not from a book, I want you to tell me a story. One of /your/ stories!" Arthur laid his boy down, "My stories?", he grinned, tucking Alfred in, "And what's so special about my stories?", "They're special because /you/ made them. 3"
Well… How could Arthur resist giving in with an answer like that? "Alright love, one story, then off to bed…", he said with a smile, petting his son's hair.
"Alright, I'll tell you a special story. One far different forms any I've ever told you." Alfred's eyes widened, nodding. Arthur proceeded to tell him all of the magical events that had happened, assuring it was real in his tone. Alfred believed every word… It was as if he'd seen it himself! Arthur just had a way with telling stories.
"Then, just like that! I was out! All thanks to TRON."
"Dad, can I go see the grid one day with you? And meet Tron?", Alfred asked, eyes bright. "Of course, it's safe there, Clu keeps everything in check. He's made it… Perfect.", Arthur answered with an almost… Dreamy sound. He was very proud of his program. Arthur looked down at the boy, seeing obvious satisfaction in the boy's smile. "Can we spend time together tomorrow?", "Of course! We'll go to the arcade bright and early." The Briton took his son's hand, placing a quarter in Alfred's palm. "First round's on me, lad."
With that he headed to the door before hearing the little blue eyed boy speak up again. "Hey Daddy?", Arthur turned back, "Can we play on the same team?", Arthur smiled back, "We always are on the same team." Then his pager went off. Arthur looked at it and frowned a little, "I have to go. But I promise, I'll be here first thing in the morning to take you to the arcade", then he left.
That was the last Alfred saw of his Father.