Thoughts

The program at the desk didn't move, not even as he heard a pair of footsteps approach.

"CLU!"

The program sighed, and turned, "Yes?"

"Flynn and Tron are on their way, and they're not happy."

"And why might that be?"

"You know why."

"Do I?" CLU gave a mocking tilt of his head, his eyes giving any possible smirk as he watched Anon's temper rise.

"Listen...you pompous_"

"ANON!"

The monitor stopped his advance, fists clenched. Tron and Flynn approached and Anon straightened. Though his expression was unreadable behind his mask, his anger eased into the air around him.

CLU, however, was holding back a smirk at the scene. Instead of continuing, he turned back to his work.

"CLU."

He turned his head to acknowledge Tron, "Now what is so important that I must be interrupted?"

"You missed the birth of another program!" Flynn exclaimed, "Tron's son!"

"Someone had to make sure that much foot traffic and the sudden absence of a Monitor didn't cause...issues."

"It would've been fine, CLU!"

"With so many programs and ISOs an outbreak is likely to happen_"

"Nonsense." Tron interrupted, "ISOs are harmless..."

"How do you know that, Tron? As I've said before, ISOs are unpredictable. There is no objective in their existence, no purpose_"

"ISOs are more than that!" Flynn protested, then he sighed, pitching the bridge of his nose.

"Just...come see the boy_program, sometime?"

There was a heavy silence before CLU gave a taut nod and returned to his work.

"Alright." Flynn nodded to the two Monitors, "Come on."

The two Monitors exchanged a glance before following Flynn into the elevator.

As the doors closed behind them and they began to descend, Flynn sighed, beginning to pace.

"Oh man..."

He realized the other two weren't saying a word. He turned to see Tron standing by the glass looking out on the city. He joined Tron with a sigh.

"You know the ISOs aren't harmful."

"I know." Tron nodded, "but it is growing uneasy out there. I'm not sure how much longer this peace will last..."

"Hey," Flynn put a hand on Tron's shoulder, "Don't worry about it. Things will sort themselves out with time."

"...I hope so, Flynn. I hope so."