AN: Why hallo thar. 8D
I'm sure you've all missed me…
I haven't written anything in so long.
WELL, I finally got an idea… I saw Tron Legacy about a week ago and I was mulling the plot over in my head today… Zuse is my favorite character, so of course he was the highlight of my day dream.
Anywho, I thought how he became evil… and I started creating plot lines…
Now, none of these are based on true movie facts… In fact, I never really found any good movie facts relating to his alignment other than Quorra knowing him being good… SO, he's either a nasty traitor or something more sinister went down…
I also remembered that creepy ass mark on his forehead… I mean, wtf is it? How did it get there? WHY is it there? I also remembered how hard it is to tell the ISOs from the programs… I think that Zuse is an ISO in disguise… and nothing you effing say can change my mind. So don't even bother.
Thus, I came up with this…
Enjoy.
System Rebooting_
Warning: ISO programming has been tampered with
Would you like to continue? Y/N_
Continuation confirmed
Audio programs online_
"It's working..? I can't believe it! It actually worked!" A soft whisper…
Motor programs online
Speech programs online_
"Hello? Zuse, can you hear me?" A question directed towards him. He wasn't sure who it was, however.
Visual programs online_
The world suddenly bursted to life. His eyes were no longer held in darkness, however they were now blinded by light. He grimaced, screwing his eyelids shut and turning away. He felt soft, gentle hands life him up into a sitting position, careful not to frighten him. "Zuse…" An equally gentle voice. "Please give me at least one sign that your speech hardware is working properly…" The ISO reopened his eyes, thankful that he was no longer blinded. The relatively small room softly glowed with the light blue strips wired into the walls. Beneath him was a strange glass 'table'. Wires were wrapped together within it, slithering up through holes to connect with his disc dock. From there, it provided him with the energy his body so desperately needed.
In continuation, the table was hooked up to a line of computers. In the middle of the room, bolted to the floor, was a. equally strange device. It was semi-tall, reaching the shoulder of an average User. Topping it was a hollow, spherical chamber. At the moment, it housed his precious disc…
"Where…" His voice cracked, as if barely operational. "Where are we?"
Standing nearby was the Creator himself, smiling cheerfully. "My personal reconstruction lab. I can assure you that we're the only ones here…" He then turned back to one of the many computers. "Anyways, please state you name and number loud and… Oh, you know the drill…" Zuse nodded, forcing a smile. The information came to him easily for he stated it all too often.
"Assigned name: Zuse. ISO number: 113."
Flynn gave him a quick thumbs-up before returning to the keyboard. "Alright, I'm removing the firewall on the more gruesome parts of your memory… Brace yourself…"
All of a sudden, the ISO felt his mind become swept away by a flood of battle. Clashing discs. Lethal lazars. High speed chases upon light cycles. A more recent memory, however, terrified him. The saw-like disc of a black guard slicing through his speech hardware, or what Users would call his throat. Once the memories ceased, he found himself wrapped in the arms of the Creator. His own hands were pressed to his now scalding and sparking throat. He must've been screaming…
"It's alright." Flynn almost cooed, trying to calm down the frantic ISO in his arms. "I shouldn't have lifted it all at once… I'm sorry, that was my fault…" He then glanced down at the man's open 'wound'. Zuse's throat had been opened wide enough to see the hardware within… and the sight was not at all good. Despite how hard the Creator had tried to fix it, the device was beaten beyond repair. Flynn sighed softly. "Looks like I'll have to reinstall an entirely new piece…" A frustrated grimace was quickly replaced by a smile.
He gently lifted the ISO's head, painlessly extracting the broken hardware. He pulled out the wires connecting Zuse and the device as quick as he could. Sparks still zipped through his fingers, causing him to hiss briefly with pain as he carried it away. He dropped it on a cleared counter, shaking out his electrified hands. With the curiosity of a child, Zuse brought a free hand up to his bare throat, slipping a few fingers into the opening. It was apparently a strange thing for him, to have no voice. He'd blink and frown, as if somewhat frustrated. He opened his mouth to speak, but blushed with embarrassment when nothing came out. Flynn looked up just in time to notice the flush of red and chuckled softly. "Don't worry, I'll make you the best piece of hardware ever created!" He then set to work on the new device. "I always pamper my knights…"
AN: Yes… I do realize that this is short.
Bite me.
I just started it. I'm still coming up with the juicy parts…
Anywho, I'm not going to lecture you all on how I perceive the ISOs… Briefly, I see them as a type of robot that can access both the Grid and the real world. They have purely human emotions and reactions. Also, it's very hard to reprogram an ISO, as opposed to a Program.
