The world had been completely rectified. Nothing, save for the stars in the sky, provided any clue that it ever looked any different from the Grid. Users could no longer be told apart from programs.
Clu was on the roof of his tower, contemplating his domain.
"Sir." said a voice behind him. It was Rinzler. "Now that the rectification process is finished... what do we do?"
Clu turned toward Rinzler. "Finished?" he asked, then turned back to gaze at the horizon again. "No. Not even close. There are so many places left to rectify."
In the distance, programs and users were building a spaceship.