AN: Alright, here's where the setting is somewhere OTHER than the reconstruction lab… I always think of this new area as the hideout Flynn had in the Outlands, yet slightly smaller when it comes to the size of the rooms…
PS: You'll actually learn how the knight-thing came to be today… 8D
At last, Zuse had gotten out of that damned lab. He'd been in there ever since losing his voice… Speaking of which, he seemed to be getting used to the absence of such a thing. His expression spoke for him, even if some people had to play charades. He strode through the halls of the Creator's hideout like some sort of angelic figure, especially with his new get-up. He smirked at the thought of the other ISOs' reactions to him…
His comrades hadn't taken his choice lightly when he decided to become Flynn's personal Knight. Some might've been jealous. Some might thought it was the wrong position for him. Some thought the Creator needed no Knights. Yet, he'd pushed aside their murmurs, giving his programing to Flynn. Of course, Kevin took great care of him. Twas expected from the God of the Grid… He sometimes treated his 'bodyguard' better than himself, such as protecting him during Clu's assaults. Some ISOs might add that he's even got a motherly attitude around Zuse… Could it be that he's bonded with his research?
That had been what most of the ISOs had been wary of… The research… Most of them were scared even of the thought of being reprogramed, much like a User would be scared of being operated on. Others just thought that an ISO should never be tampered with. That they were good enough to determine their own traits, unlike the Programs that would fight beside them. It was no wonder Zuse was almost an outcast in the small group of ISO survivors… To them, he was nothing more than a Program, even if his genetic data and ISO number proved otherwise…
The divine-like ISO finally reached the end of the hallways, having gotten tired of the winding mess of walls. He'd looked around the room he was currently in. Once again, stark white, save a few light blues here and there. Such a color scheme didn't bother him, however. In fact, he loved it so much that it was imprinted on his current clothing. In the middle of the area was a glass dinner table, along with a few glass-like chairs. The group of surviving ISOs sat there, discussing softly amongst themselves. When the caster entered the room, however, they fell silent and turned to stare at him. Twas an awkward moment for Zuse. He was used to being stared at by Programs, but he could never get over the grimaces and glares his own comrades made.
One young ISO suddenly stood, pushing in her chair. She strode over to Zuse and pulled him into a hug. "It's good to see you're alright… I was worried sick about you…" Their comrades suddenly delved into more whispering and muttering, and yet remained ignored by the two. "Flynn told me that your original voice will be impossible to recover and… Oh god, I'm so sorry…" She hugged him tighter, body shaking as if it was her who'd just lost the ability to communicate through sound. The White Knight hugged her back for a few seconds before pulling out of the suffocating embrace. "Are you fine for now? You know… without a voice..?" she asked. Zuse nodded, smiling. His expression was warm and calm, as if to say he didn't feel any different than without a say in things… Literally…
"Leave him be, Quorra… I'm sure he feels bad as it is about being reprogrammed all the time…"
Quorra whipped around, glaring at the few smirking ISOs. Zuse, however, let his expression drop to something more solemn, as if hurt that his comrades still believed the research immoral. The female draped her arm over his shoulder, guiding him away… She brought him to a place where he'd most likely be appreciated… The place were Flynn kept the Programs who had decided to fight beside him… There, he was accepted and admired as a reprogrammable ISO… not shunned and picked on by the survivors…
Flynn had taken a break from the speech hardware for now… Instead, he was working on a newer addition to Zuse's inventory. Although the ISO wielded discs easily, the Creator was afraid that he was missing something. Rid of the perfect weapon a Knight would use… So, he'd started on that mysterious cane that had been hiding in the corner of his lab for so long. As of now, it was laid upon its own, relatively small glass table and hooked up to the line of computers. A slew of numbers had filled the screen, translating as gibberish to an unskilled user. And yet, Kevin typed like a pro, his fingers flying across the number pad. Only a few letters were used for he seemed to be creating a code… A strange language of the computers surrounding him… Suddenly, the cane began to let off a soft light blue glow, as if being powered up.
He'd finally turned his attention to the glowing item, striding over to unplug it. Alas, he was finished… Now all he need was Zuse to test it out…
AN: Oh gosh... I'm sorry it's so short… I'm just trying to stretch out my ideas more… If I typed the full version of this chapter, it would probably made your internet time out and crash due to loading…
Anywho, I hope you enjoyed this.
PS: I'm still getting that Flynn/Zuse vibe…