Lily is my OC. The incorporation of characters is my idea. TRON is not though.


RAM's nostalgic mood lightens up at the question, "Oh, I was an actuarial program... worked at a big insurance company. It really gives you a great feeling, helping folks plan for their future needs - and of course, if you look at the payments as an annuity, over the years, the cost is really quite minimal."

"Yeah, yeah," Flynn says beginning to sound bored. "That's great."

"At least he was doing something with his life before this," I snap at Flynn's bored tone.

"What do you know about life, Lily?" Flynn laughs. "You're seven."

"More than you'd think."

"How about yourself?" RAM asks Flynn.

"Oh, uh..." Flynn mutters trying to find a way to hide the fact he was a User from RAM without being too obvious. "I don't remember too much."

"I was in accounting," I say.

RAM nods his understanding to Flynn. "Sure, a little disorientation. That's normal, when they transport you. It'll come back to you. You're doing real well in training. Remarkable, really... You both are." I look up at him unconvinced by his words. "No, honestly. I've never seen a program let alone two who can pick this up so quickly."

"What?" I ask, smiling. "You've never seen a program who can do this so quickly?" I whip out my disk and flip it around my fingers a few times before stopping and looking up at Flynn and RAM in front of me.

"That is exactly what I'm talking about!" RAM exclaims.

I look to Flynn to see his reaction. All he says is, "Show off." I was pleased to say that after seeing TRON fighting in the arena, I felt like there was a chance that I might make it through some of these games after all.

Moments after comparing disk skills and learning new ones from RAM, a guard comes by and pulls me from my cell.

The guard leads me to an arena adjacent to the giant arena we were shown earlier. Another program walks up next to me and I can see that he is going to be my opponent. We take one look at each other before crossing the bridges in front of us. Scanning the room, I see two platforms composed of seven rings. Above us there is another platform, but I can see that this one we will not be using because it will be used as the basketball equivalent of a backboard.

The guards hand us each a giant curved hand held device before pushing us out onto the platforms. Why me? Upon reaching one of the platform with rings, the bridge disappears behind me.

"You're not so tough," my opponent named CROM says.

"And what makes you so sure I'll go down so easily?" I retort quickly.

"I could eat you for breakfast! You're so tiny." CROM was holding his index finger and thumb millimeters apart.

"Yeah. You probably could, but I don't think I'm gonna taste too good. Wouldn't want you to choke on one of my pixels." CROM just sneers at me as the ball we need to use for the game falls from above. How convenient! It goes straight to CROM who chucks it at the board above us.

I sprint to catch the light ball, but I'm too late. Two rings in the middle of my platform disappear as the light ball bounces off of them. CROM catches the ball again and prepares to throw it again. But luckily this time when he threw it, I was able to catch it.

I roll the ball around in my catcher a little before making my decision on where to throw the ball. "Here!" I shout to CROM. "This one my friend taught me." I spin around winding up for the toss. The light ball echoes as it bounces off the board above our heads and takes out two rings of CROM's platform. But it was weird because instead of just removing two rings right next to eachother like on mine, the ball seemed to bounce off of one ring and onto the other.

"Alright," I mutter under my breath extremely pleased with myself. Little did I know what I was really getting myself into though.

For the next five to ten minutes, we continue to throw the ball back and forth without any more rings being lost. I wind up again and chuck the ball to the board above me and to my surprise, CROM trips over one of the missing rings and misses the ball completely slipping. He clutches the rings for dear life unable to pull himself back up.

I just stare at him debating whether or not to throw the ball again and completely wipe him out, but I lower my hand.

A loud computerized voice commands me from above. "Finish the game!" It's SARK.

I look up and see him for myself. "No!" I scoff dropping the ball and catcher. "You can forget it."

"You will regret that," SARK says.

"Is that a threat?"

SARK does not answer me verbally, but up in the command room he presses a button and the rings below CROM completely disappear sending him falling into the abyss below. A horrendous scream accompanies his fall. How could someone be capable of something so horrible. In the command room SARK moves to remove the rings I stand on but something stops his hand.

"She must die fighting," MCP says. "She and the other must die fighting."

The bridge reappears and two guards wait to escort me somewhere else.