Rinzler stares back, wariness unmoved. He doesn't know this program well enough to believe that claim—much less to trust its motivation. Rinzler's always been unique, always been the best and strongest. That's why Clu kept him. Why he was made Rinzler at all.

Still, he can't quite stop the flicker of derision at the lines that follow. Their laws? No. Rinzler shakes his head, turning to pace (albeit slowly) back toward the low shelf. User laws are meant for users, and certainly there's no restriction against improving a tool. Or going however far they needed to correct for its malfunctions. Even if Alan-one hadn't told him outright what was coming, Rinzler wouldn't expect any other outcome now.

He sits back down, noise resuming its dull rumble as the enforcer's shoulders draw inwards in a shrug. So long as it stays out of his code, the other can apply whatever morality it chooses. Nothing will change, and Rinzler's been through worse before.