Title: Trash Bin Heroes
Rating: T
Universe: Legacy
Pairing: None atm
Word Count: 972
He felt himself free falling, and his mind turned to roller coasters. It felt the same, but there was no guarantee now that he would stop. That scared him, and it was right to be scared. He didn't feel himself hit a 'bottom' per say, but he knew after a few seconds he wasn't falling any longer. Flynn was old, and he was tired, and he didn't feel like getting up after a two minute plummet to who knew where.
The man finally decided to reach out a hand and feel what was around him - glass, plastic - textures that were a constant in the grid. It took him a few minutes, but Flynn finally mustered the courage to lift his head, eyes opening in a tight squint as he took in his new surroundings. It was black on black, with long strips of white lighting running under the translucent floor every 30 feet.
"Oh."
He couldn't think of much else to say - it was a bit humbling to be in the recycle bin. Flynn sat up, looking around, taking in the full view of what a temporary occupancy, for him anyway. He stood, groaning and muttering to himself as he dusted off his coat, even though no dust existed to accumulate. The User began walking, observing the space around him, he had visited it once before when he was still in control of the Grid, performing routine maintenance.
He figured a few minutes of contemplative walking was enough, and knelt down, pressing his hand to the ground. An interface appeared, and he began to cycle through the list of recently deleted programs. As he shuffled through, he felt a spark of hope - Tron wasn't there, which meant he was still somewhere on the Grid, alive. The ethics of bringing Programs back from deresolution wasn't lost to him, he hadn't mentioned it to Clu or Tron - in fact he hadn't thought much of it himself back when the Grid hadn't been such a hostile place. The recycle bin emptied out every cycle as it was, and whatever traces of a program that lingered there were lost for good.
"Hm..." he shuffled through the list of programs, making an unsatisfied face before his eyebrows rose. "There we are."
Flynn drags the profile of the program to the right, closing out the menu and issues the command to reconstitute. It's a slow process, feet first, and then legs, torso, arms and head. The program was dressed in his auxiliary garb, sans visor. The normally red circuit lining was a dull gray, and he stared ahead blankly with unfocused eyes. Flynn walked around to his back, removing his disc and activating it, streaming through his memories. After a few seconds he chuckled - he knew he had recognized this program; it was Clu's former assist.
It was against his better judgment, and he could hear Tron's voice in his head berating him for such a bad idea, but erasing the program's memory just seemed cruel. He fit the disc back in its place, turning it clockwise and activating the program. The aid jerked forward somewhat, circuitry flickering red before sustaining a healthy glow. He looked around, eyes focusing, somewhat panicked before resting on the User. Flynn was impressed, he'd never seen a program go from confusion to abject horror in under a second, and he couldn't help but snort.
"Chill out program I'm not here to do any harm." he said, raising both his hands, "Just need some help, that's all."
The program just stared at him, slowly starting to take a step back but Flynn crossed his arms.
"Just - relax its fine. What's your name?" Flynn knew the program's name, but better to start with a friendly question than a demand.
"..J-Jarvis, sir..." he answered, "Long live the Us-"
"Can it man, I know who you are." Flynn interrupted, and Jarvis' face fell a bit. Flynn turned, kneeling down, pressing a hand to the ground once more, a tall vertical panel rising out of the floor. Jarvis leaned to the side, watching as Flynn stood up and opened another interface screen. Jarvis couldn't follow what he was doing, writing commands and codes wasn't his function and he decided it best not to try it anytime soon. Flynn began to remove small slides of data from the panel, and held them out to Jarvis, keeping his eyes on his work.
"Hold these for a sec..." he said, mumbling as he dragged one series of coding down to a separate area. Jarvis took them without question, but took a step back afterwards. Flynn, the User, had brought him back to hold stuff for him. Jarvis would've rolled his eyes if he were alone, but for now he just kept his head bowed, eyes trained on the panel, handing the slides back or taking them whenever Flynn asked.
"And that's how it's done." Flynn said, satisfied. He took a step back, and the panel slid back into the ground. Jarvis pondered this for a moment before feeling a violent pull at his body, and the world around him changed from black to blinding white in a matter of seconds. It faded equally as fast, and he took a second to regain his composure as he looked around. They were just outside of Tron city, on one of the bridges that crossed over the surrounding chasms. Jarvis looked around for Flynn, watching as the User crossed the bridge.
Flynn stopped, then turned, watching Jarvis stand there like a deer caught in a freeway.
"Well come on man, I've got work to do!" he said, giving a halfhearted laugh afterwards to try and downplay the mood that Jarvis was in. The aid swallowed then quickly nodded, jogging after Flynn, following close on his heels.
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