a/n: figures, the theme that made me decide to write this whole thing takes forever, lol. anyway, i recommend listening to 'Rectifier' on the Legacy soundtrack, cause that's where i got the sounds from.
:)
Clunk
Clunk
Clunk
Shluuub!
Clunk
Clunk
Clunk
Shluuub!
While Sam had gone to get the disc, Flynn decided to have a look-see aound the place. And what he saw wasn't good by anyone's standard, except Clu's. He followd the sound and discovered that was responsible for doing Clu's bidding…the Rectifier itself. At the moment, it was in standby mode, quietly clunking down a preplanned path. But he could still imagine the resistant programs going down that path, with the Rectifier in full operation…
Clunkclunkclunk sliiiide!
Clunkclunkclunk sliiiide!
The machine's frantic pace almost replicating Clu's insatiable need for perfection at any and all costs, his dogged determination, the angry, scared frenzy he imagined the programs going through as their fate drew nearer and nearer, unable to a thing about it…..
Flynn mentally shook the images from his head as he came out of his reverie, the machinery back to its quiet
Clunk
Clunk
Clunk
Shluuub!
He had to leave the area; and just in time too—he saw Sam run across with something (his disc?) in hand, spot Flynn and run towards him with the game plan: "I'm a User, I'll improvise!" And father and son made off to the portal.
Clunk
Clunk
Clunk
Shluuub!
Clu stood on the platform, proudly facing his army. His. He'd done it all himself, without the help of any Users, and especially without the help of the Creator. He felt accomplished, pride swelling in his chest at what he created. However, unlike a certain User (coughFLYNNcough), he wouldn't give them directives and leave them to figure it out for themselves what he meant, or just plain abandon them altogether. In Flynn's absence, he was in charge, and had to do what was in the best interest of the Grid and its programs. And as far as he could see, the best thing to do in this situation was to be the opposite of their Creator; if he promised the world to them, you can bet your lightcycle Clu was going to deliver.
Out there was their future, their destiny, a new hope.