Flynn overlooked the city of tall towered buildings that glowed brightly with blue and white circuitry. It was all a masterpiece and something true of what would seem like a distant fantasy back home. But he knew his masterpiece was still far from being complete, it would never be complete, it will always evolve and have a reason to, it will never end and it will never stop going beyond the limits it was originally designed to have. Not unless the world were to end of course, he joked to himself. It was a digital world, a frontier of its own kind, one where Programs existed and could do things people in the real world were unable to do. Here sometimes feels like its the real world, while the other seems like a dream, a distant one.

ISOs and Programs littered the streets, walking in all different directions, from his point of view they appeared to be glowing ants of all sorts of colors, blue, white, green an occasional red-orange here and there. It was what seemed to be a utopia, but it still wasn't perfect. But in his eyes, it was perfect even if flaws did exist still, because how are we to learn if we never make mistakes or disagree to agree? Everything was in perfect harmony, a good tune and flows like a freshly tuned up violin. The roadways were the cords, the Programs and ISOs were the notes, the presence of all of it made sense it was amazing. The Outlands and the Sea of Simulation played a major part to the music as well in this reference they stood for the outlines and the structure of the instrument. Nothing could match up to this.

So what was his role in this musical reference? Well of course, he was a User, he was the instrument's player. He played the keys notes, the building of more notes as it is written, he's the composer to it all. A now solo sympathy that was once a collaboration. You don't need two people to make a duo, you just need someone who is willing to take a step forward and then someone to follow in their steps. All he has to do is believe in the Programs, the ISOs, his supporting friends and family and most of all, the person he needed to believe in the most was himself of course. Because he knew if he were to leave, he would leave with the reassurance that the strings of his instrument won't untune itself or break, that'll be able to be picked up by a new player and composer in his place.

There would only be one other person to do this. Play the strings and create even more beautiful music and will be heard across not only The Grid, but also in the real world to. It would be from his legacy, his son. That's all that mattered, was that life here kept going in an ongoing rate even after he's gone, even if a new player must take the bow and start to play without any experience, because how do you learn if you don't try? Make mistakes, make thousands! You'll pull through! Because just because you've broken a string, you can fix your mistakes and if you can't, there will always be a way to patch up as much damage as possible. You've just got to believe in yourself.

Its actually quite a nice view from up here. Seeing it all, taking it in. Well maybe he should stop soaking it in and get back to composing more beauty for the world. He, after all is Kevin Flynn, he is the Creator.