Warning This chapter contains a bit of mental incest. Not real incest since they are not related but think they are.

User Rectified

End Of Line

Primal was given the order to sit back and relax, but it was hard for him to relax knowing that there was a rogue program out there. It had been cycles since Primal went up against the mysterious gatecrasher and he hadn't come across her since then, but the fact that knowing she was still out there and plotting against his master, his Clu got to him. How dare she defy his master. Primal will find her and proudly derezz her slowly and painfully for what she had done.

Primal had increased security. He had given out the order to several members of the black guard and sentries that if they come across the rogue program to try and detain her, and more importantly to contact him. He and Rinzler had spent microcycles patrolling the city in search for her, interrogating various programs, but they couldn't find her and no one knew who she was or where she was.

"These do look nice," Clu said as he leaned forward on their private table of the End Of Line club. They were at one of the lower levels where they watched various dancers. Some of them wore ridiculous costumes that they slowly derezzed piece by piece.

Primal nodded as he watched the females as they danced on stage. He wasn't sure what he was actually looking for. The females were all beautiful and they were graceful as they moved, each one had their own individual movement, but none really struck him as something special.

"What do you think, Rinzler?" Clu asked as ran his finger along the rim of his glass. "Any of them in particular grab your eye?"

Rinzler shook his head. He was like Primal. He only thought the women were extraordinary because Clu thought they were. He was still wearing his helmet, but had it partially derezzed exposing the bottom of his nose, mouth and chin like a sentry. Primal had done the same to his helmet.

"What about you, Primal?" Clu had asked him.

Primal shrugged. "Look nice."

"They do," Clu said and smiled. "But none really catch your eyes?"

"No favorites," Primal agreed.

"Don't worry my enforcers. There will be more." He pressed a button. "Three more glasses of the X5 ice energy."

Their empty glasses were pulled beneath the table and were replaced a few nanos later with full glasses of light blue liquid. Clu picked up his glass and took a sip.

"Oh foul being who usurped this land from the true creator." A program walked up to them dressed in gallant blue armor that was illuminated with green circuitry. He had a flowing cape attached to his curved shoulder pads. He had crimson hair that flowed past his shoulders and green dabs of makeup under each eye.

Primal tensed up and braced himself for a fight.

"Who are you?" Clu demanded.

"I am Lonzo the last ISO." He spoke in that same arrogant tone. He pointed at Clu. "You have fiendishly murdered my brothers and sisters. You have plunged this once peaceful system into darkness. You have chased our true creator away."

"Last ISO?" Clu asked and narrowed his eyes.

Primal was on his feet and had his disk in hand in less than a nano. His brother was even faster to take action.

"So you send your guards to take me down, fiend?"

"Stand down," Clu ordered and held up his hand. "I'll handle this."

Primal stepped back and lowered his hand. He wasn't sure if he should sit back down, not when his master's safety was in question.

"You're an ISO?" Clue asked and approached Lonzo. "I thought I had all of you destroyed."

"I had hid," Lonzo explained. "I was in hiding. I trained and bid my time until now. Now it is up to me, to derezz you and free the system. Only when you are removed will our true creator, Kevin Flynn shall appear."

"Is that so? All the programs know the truth. I am the true creator and leader of this system. The Users wish to enslave us. They want to befoul it with their presence and imperfect what I have worked hard to create and you are one of those imperfections."

"Basic scum." Lonzo removed his baton and rezzed out a glowing green blade.

Primal raised his disk again and once more he powered it.

"Let me handle this," Clu said as he raised his hand. "I have derezzed the rest of your kind. What makes you any different?"

"Because I fight for my people," Lonzo said. "I fight for freedom. I fight for the programs. I fight for the ISOs and I fight for the Users." He took a step forward. "Engarde."

Primal wanted to watch the fight between the ISO and his master, but he heard the growling sound from his brother. Rinzler was leaning slighty over to his left with his head in his hands. He was in pain. Something Lonzo had said had triggered something in him.

"Brother?" Primal asked as he stared at him. His loyalty was to Clu. He should be watching him in case something went wrong, but his connection with his brother program was strong, almost stronger than Clu's commands.

Rinzler shook his head. The growling stopped and he retrieved his dropped disks.

The fight between Lonzo and Clu did not seem at all intense. It was almost like a sparring match between two new recruits. It was almost ridiculous with how easy Clu was making it for the Lonzo and the ISO clearly had no real fight training. What was going on?

Clu seemed to finally want to end it. He used his disk and smacked the sword out of Lonzo's hands with enough force to send him sprawling.

"No this cannot be," Lonzo gasped.

"This is the end for you," Clu said as he loomed over the fallen program. He slashed down at him, but his disk missed coming in contact with the program's chest by a mere fraction.

"All is lost," Lonzo gasped weakly. "Our hopes and dreams shattered, unless there is an other. Oh great Flynn, please let there be another champion." He made sounds deep in his throat before he closed his eyes and became still.

Primal waited for the body to derezz, but nothing happened. Lonzo just remained there. He looked over to Rinzler who tilted his head and growled.

"Bravo." Clu brought his hands together. "That was quite a performance."

"Thank you great one," Lonzo said as he sat up. "I have been practicing that for cycles." He rose to his feet. "I tried to be convincing."

"You convinced my top two warriors," Clu said as he smiled at Primal and Rinzler.

"Not an ISO?" Primal asked.

"No I'm not," Lonzo said and wiped away at the makeup. "Lonzo the last ISO is just a character I created. My real name is Trag. I am a performance artist."

"And that was quite a performance."

"Not as good as I hoped," Trag said. "I did not fool you."

"If you had then you would be derezzed," Clu said. "And It was easy for me to know it wasn't real. No program is stupid enough to come up to me and say they are an ISO."

"So true," Trag laughed.

"Tell Castor I do appreciate your performance but when he said he had something special for me I thought it would be a special woman."

"Ah we do have a new girl. I'll go tell him."

"A new girl," Clu said in a hopeful tone. "We have someone new tonight. Boys lets return to our seats."

Primal replaced his disk and sat down. He returned his focus to the stage and took a sip from his drink.

A new female rose up from the middle of the stage. She wore a white gown that covered from neck down. It had three rippling layers that almost brushed the stage. She also wore a cap that covered her head.

A small growl came from Rinzler but Primal could tell it was a growl of pleasure. His thin lips were pulled back into a smile and he nodded.

Clu also seemed pleased. There was a hungry look in his eyes.

Primal also found this new girl to be quite beautiful. There was something about her face, the way she smiled, the shape of her eyes and they way she moved on the stage.

She tore away the bottom layer of her skirt, revealing smooth glossy skin up to the middle of her calf. She strutted a few steps, with each step she removed her gloves and tossed them. She grabbed the pole and leaned back, grabbing the top of her cap as she did so and tore it away, revealing beautiful golden waves underneath.

"Oh yes," Clu gasped.

The girl continued to dance. She removed another layer of skirt, showing off from just the tops of her knees. She never lost her smile as she gyrated her hips and tore off her sleeves. The top layer was torn away and she showed her entire legs from thigh down. The bottom of her costume was like a leotard. The last thing she tore off was the top of her outfit, revealing a plunging neckline.

"I believe we have a winner," Clu said.

"She is exceptional," Primal agreed.

"Yes," Rinzler voiced his thoughts.

Clu pressed a button on the table and the girl sank beneath the stage. A few nanos passed and she returned, rising up from the center of their table.

The girl never lost the smile as she danced. She moved with the graceful and smooth movements as water. She crawled to Rinzler. Her hands traced up the curves of his chest and brushed against the bottom of his chin before she jolted back, giving him a good view of her cleavage. The girl then moved with the same serpentine movements as before as she slithered to Primal.

"Hello," Primal gasped. Was he supposed to talk to her? Was she allowed to talk back.

"Hello," the girl said as she traced her fingers across Primal's circuitry, making them blaze even brighter with orange-red luminance. "What's your name?" Her voice was like music, not the usual music that one could hear at End of Line, but a softer more soothing music. Primal was certain he had heard it once before, but he could not remember when.

"Primal," he choked out. "I am Primal."

"You have a great voice," She said, never losing that smile.

"My brother has the same voice."

"He doesn't talk much," the girl said as she slid into Primal's lap.

"W-what is your name?"

"Fara." She gyrated against Primal's hips.

Primal wanted to say more, but the words were stuck in his throat. He felt a familiar hardening as it pressed against the material of his armor. There was something familiar about her from the color of her hair to the blues of her eyes.

An image of another program appeared in his head. She also had blond hair and blue eyes and a sweet and friendly smile. She wore something on her face, over her eyes. They were called glasses and he once wore them. They helped his vision.

ERROR FILE FORBIDDEN rang out his ears and pushed away the image of the woman and the thought of glasses.

"Is something wrong?" Fara asked.

"No," Primal said. Nothing could be wrong. The woman was not someone he should have been thinking about and why was he imagining himself wearing glasses. He never needed help with his vision. His eyes were perfect.

"Good." She thrusted her chest at him one last time and crawled back onto the table and slithered towards Clu who welcomed her with a large and eager grin.

Primal gasped and stared down at his glass before he took a long drink. He stared at Rinzler who was watching Fara dance on Clu before turning his gaze back to his brother.

"Boys you will have the rest of the night to yourselves," Clu said as he ran his hands over Fara's breasts. "You are dismissed."

Primal stood up from the table first and was both thankful and cursing the tightness of his suit. Thankful because it hid the growing need between his legs and cursing because it pressed down against the swelling. He glanced over at Rinzler and saw that his brother rose from his seat in the same slow manner and knew he felt the same.

"Rinzler," Primal addressed him as they walked to the elevator.

"Your quarters," Rinzler told him.

"Yes," Primal agreed before he received a welcoming kiss from his brother program.

A/N: The longer NC-17 version will be posted at the Tron Slash community at Live Journal.