AN: YES. PROGRAMS DREAM GAWSH DARNIT.

XD It's more of a distraction for their conscious thought while their programming reboots itself and runs through the events of that 'day'. Kind of like how us User's dream. Most dreams are our brain's way of processing the day's events… Note, the results aren't that accurate if only glanced upon. For example, a cannibal rabbit eating all of his friends while the sun rises might be a way of your brain telling you how you were FUCKING STARVING that morning…

Trust me… I have some really fucked up dreams…

That shit is hard to translate…

Anywho, LET'S GET CRACKING.

"Kevin?"

Zuse stepped back into the lab, looking around once more as if the Creator was hiding from him. The more he looked, the greater his frantic expression grew. However, he suddenly paused, gaze resting upon a nearby computer, and strode over to the monitor. Upon it was his basic information…

ISO 113

Assigned Name: Zuse

Program Type: Caster

Accessible by: Kevin Flynn_

(Press Enter to continue…)

The ISO hesitantly hit enter, watching as more text typed itself out upon the screen.

If accessed by another programmer…

Assigned Name:

Program Type: Communicator, Negotiator_

He blinked for a moment, noticing how the name was left blank. His gaze shifted between the two program types before he filled in the vacant section.

Assigned Name: Castor

Program Type: Communicator, Negotiator

Is this acceptable? Y/N_

Edit Completed_

Zuse's finger had hovered just above the enter key for a few moment before he pressed it. A bolt of energy suddenly ran through the wires still attached to his disc port and an unsettling zap ran through him. He shivered slightly, shaking off the feeling and pulled out the wires.

With a groan, he stretched his back, which was still aching from the zap, and strode over to the mechanism that held his disc. The glass dome housing it dropped and the circular object gently rose into the air, spinning slowly. The ISO reached out and took it into his awaiting hands, gripping it tightly and staring down at its shiny surface. He then turned towards the door, peaking outside as if the Creator would be standing right there. Instead, he spied a Recognizer landing nearby…

"Was that really the best course of action, sir..?"

Kevin glanced to his right, spying Quorra standing nearby. Her expression was caught between confusion and disappointment. Arms folded, her hips were cocked to the side and led her figure. The Creator bit his lip softly, unsure of how to respond. He glanced down at the frozen BIT in his hand. It had been caught in mid yes, unlike it counterpart which rested frozen in mid no on the coffee table before him.

"SIR…"

The ISO's voice dug deep into his thought, attempted to unearth an answer. Putting the BIT down, Kevin stood and faced her. "Quorra, I…" He sighed, throwing his hands up with defeat. "I don't know… I guess so… You know how Clu's scanning the area with Recognizers! There was no way we could've stayed!" The female still tapped her foot, glaring at him. "Look, I can't save EVERYONE… And you know that… He's probably better off on his own anyways! Around me, he always seems to get himself hurt…"

"Only because he's programmed to protect the User he's assigned to! And that's YOU! DUH!"

"Please don't remind me, Quorra! You don't think I've never blamed myself when I find him in a crumpled heap because he held off the Black Guard? I've done it plenty of times!" The Creator let out a heaving sigh and rubbed his temples. "It really messes up the zen thing, man…" Meanwhile, the female ISO finally seemed to calm down, her arms resting by her sides.

"Oh… I… I'm sorry, sir…"

Her gaze fell to the ground, as if ashamed that she'd brought back such memories to him. Kevin looked up, biting his lip again. He strode over to her, taking her shoulders gently. "Hey… it's alright… It's not your fault…" He crouched his head down a bit, trying to get in the way of her intense glare at the floor. Sure enough, he caught her eye and smiled up at her. The goofy sight of the wide eyed Creator made Quorra grin and giggle softly. Standing straight at last, Kevin patted her shoulder once before letting his arms hang naturally again. "And quit calling me sir… It's too flattering…"

"Very well, SIR…"

Yes yes yes…

Short as all hell…

BITE ME.

Anywho, R & R or I'll send Clu to molest you in your sleep…

I mean uh… to pay you a visit… Yeah…