Last one.
TRON grieved silently in his cell, his arms dangling uselessly from the bonds that held him. Jarvis stood in the hall as two black guards entered, escorting his reprogrammed disc back. TRON's damaged face was jagged and wet, slick with tears for his memories and for her... He pushed away in terror as the guards turned him, exposing his back. TRON clutched his eyes closed, hoping he could overcome the inevitable by shear will. But he knew, when his disc clicked back into place, his mind would be blank, erasing his life. When the moment came, he wailed, slumping as the reprogramming shut down his system.
Memory Data File: 223001
TRON had immediately felt a pull to her, calling her to train more frequently than his other students. Her skills were extraordinary upon their first meeting and he was excited to see what she could do with private lessons.
ZOE. She was called ZOE. He'd enjoyed her humbling blushes when he'd asked for her name, answering him in a quiet, yet confident, voice. TRON's attention was captured by the unique beauty and agility of this program. Now, as they practiced, he realized she could quickly become better than he.
TRON had chosen a temporarily unused, small room in the main tower for their private sparring. It was large enough to allow them space to run, leap, and flip without hindrance and it was illuminated by a ring that bordered the floor. The light created odd shadows as they moved around the chamber.
Her disc came down on him and he blocked it, amazed at the speed she was gaining. He'd only taught her alone for a couple millicycles, yet she moved like he did, unafraid and unwavering. TRON pushed her attack away and she teetered, unbalanced from his shove. He moved quickly and overpowered her, pressing her to the floor.
ZOE panted under him, gazing up at his face with awe. His body reacted internally, heat searing up his spine. TRON knew he should withdraw immediately, but his mind was outweighed by his impulses. He lowered his face, drifting only inches away from her. ZOE raised her chin as she drew quick breaths. They both panted, tired from the hour of training they'd endured. TRON lowered his eyes to her open mouth and her eyelids drooped, begging him to act. He panted hungrily, lurching forward to halt only a fraction of an inch from her lips. TRON pulsed with desire but he fought it, thinking of his duty as a teacher before his needs as a male. He could taste her sweet exhales and he hovered, opening his mouth. ZOE gasped in another breath, lifting her head.
He withdrew, suddenly ashamed of himself. ZOE was his student. He stood and offered her his hand, pulling her from the floor. TRON smiled weakly, running fingers through his sweaty hair.
"You're doing well." He murmured, retreating a step. He wanted to put space between them to deter himself from another close call. ZOE nodded, blushing.
"Thank you, sir." She sounded wounded and TRON mentally cursed. Using what little strength he had left, he approached her again, tapping her on the shoulder with an open palm. The touch electrified him and he flexed his hand when it returned to hang at his side.
"Please ZOE, just TRON." She nodded. Her disc lay on the floor, abandoned from their fight. She bent to pick it up, replacing it on her back. TRON couldn't help but speak again, the urge itching his throat.
"You have great potential." He added, hoping to adequately praise her. He was afraid of revealing his true feelings so he held back, keeping his statements brief and impersonal. ZOE smiled at him politely. Her eyes sparkled and he was tempted to touch her again.
"You are a great teacher, sir." She replied, speaking almost freely with him. TRON burned to cup her chin and taste her lips.
"TRON." He repeated, lowering his height slightly to look into her eyes. ZOE smiled and met his gaze.
"TRON."
REPROGRAMMING COMPLETE.
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