Authors Notes: Tron (Non-legacy) is one of my favorite movies of all time. Tron Legacy was on the other hand was mediocre. This story is a third installment, that incorporates the feeling of Tron one into the characters of Tron 2. Thanks for reading.
It had been another normal day for Sam as he drove to the ENCOM building, not to be confused with ENRON, which was an energy company that became bankrupt back in 2001. Those two things are totally unrelated
It was going to be another five hours of paper work followed by two hours of police interrogation. When the flash drive holding the Grid world had disappeared, it was Sam, previous motorcycle bad boy, who was the first questioned. But really why would he steal his own drive, and call the cops, for the insurance? No amount of insurance could cover the loss of a world. It was like an episode of COPS, but instead the cop's fingers were covered in powdered sugar. The cops face was usually covered in it too, as he stuffed another munchkin down his throat.
Sam should have thought more than a second before calling in the pigs. It was simple logic that any programmer should have understood. When Sam was an outlaw or vigilante and he saw it, the police couldn't catch him. Now that he was a CEO of a fortune 500 company with a gigantic problem on his hands, they couldn't help him. Simple logic.
The drive had been missing for a whole month, things were getting dangerous. Imagine if it had slipped into the hands of a guy with some programming skill, the secret of a universe would be at his finger tips.
Sam was riding in the back seat of his town car while his driver, James, was taking him to work. His suit was a little tight at the neck, or maybe it was the lifestyle all together. What he wouldn't give to be riding the streets in his Ducati, with Quorra. But his bike was in the shop, and she was being studied at a secret lab. Every once in a while she would visit him, but then it would off again to cure the sickness of the world. Quorra had powers in this world, well, not much more than a regular martial artist. Yes she could regenerate a finger, but she couldn't come back from the dead. When the drive was stolen she wanted to take up the case, but her DNA was too valuable and her body was indispensible, irreplaceable.
As the time ticked by, the missing drive was becoming more and more dangerous. It was then that Sam's worst fears were confirmed, sitting in the back seat of an older man's town car. Out of the rear view mirror he saw a motorcycle lined in glowing blue neon lights. He turned to see if it was real. Indeed it was. His driver noticed it too. Sam rubbed his eyes hoping that he was mistaken. Sam had seen one or two motorcycle Tron bikes, after all Tron was the best selling game, period. That sparked a lot of fans, and a lot of merchandise. But he knew this bike was different, it glided. It was not some fan boy's contraption. No, this bike was otherworldly, not a motorcycle.
It was a light cycle and it had made into reality
"What in God's name…" James said looking at it in the reflection. It was gaining on them and finally over took them.
Sam only thought of one thing. What if the bike, now directly ahead of them turned on its attacking crystal light wall, it would obliterate them into a thousand bloody pieces. The other drivers were turning their heads to look at the hi-tech technology. The program didn't seem to notice them. Sam suddenly lurched forward pushing James aside. They were still on the high way, if the program activated the crystal light wall now it would be devastating. Sam saw that there as exit and he took it. The light cycle would be on his tail quickly, once it took the next exit.
"What are you doing sir" James asked. Sam didn't have time to respond, there was a street chase to be manned
"I'm improvising," Sam replied. He spotted the light cycle now, advancing again on him. He drove into a tunnel and quickly stopped. The program followed, he stopped his cycle and pulled at the handle bars. The entire cycle deconstructed and vanished.
Sam quickly got out of his vehicle ready to face this program head on. It looked up and took off its helmet. It was… Alan. Only he was much younger. Sam took a second to realize that this wasn't Alan after all, it was…
"Greetings Sam, I am Tron, and you are in terrible danger" He said.
Another truth dawned on Sam in that moment. Tron had been erased from the other world, if he was here now it could only mean one thing.
"It was Alan, he took the drive" Sam said almost to himself.
"Sam, there is no time, you are in terrible danger" Tron said again. He then took something out of his back pocket. It looked like another light cycle handle bar, but it activated and formed into a gun. It was a laser gun, the same kind that brought Sam into the otherworld.
"What are you doing?" Sam wanted to say but before he could a brilliant flash of light surrounded him. And just like that he was back on the grid.