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thisavrou_log2016-04-13 08:09 pm
notglitching) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-04-13 08:09 pm
You can never say that I didn't try
Who: Rinzler and OPEN
When: April 14th through the 24th
Where: the Hold
What: Rinzler killed some people and copes poorly. Set after this log.
Warnings: references to character death and mindscrew, glowy injuries, unfortunate assumptions. (See also: Rinzler.)
The first place Rinzler woke up in this system was a cell. He'd been locked in after a fight with his duplicate—with Tron. Not that the enforcer had been capable then of even hearing the older version's name. Rinzler had attacked because he had to, because the overrides built in his mind detected conflict and demanded he delete the source. Since then, he's shattered that if/then chain. Chipped away at the filters on his memories, even managed, once or twice, to speak.
But he's back where he started, and he knows better than to expect things to end the same way.
For the most part, visitors will find Rinzler seated on the low bench back against the wall. Circuits burn dimly in the shadows, almost outshone by the dull glint of fractured code that covers a full half of the enforcer's core. He's turned slightly to conceal the injured side, but the spiderwebbing cracks through code and armor are obvious to see, and he doesn't have the power to refresh his shell and cover up the damage.
The low rattle of corrupted code echoes through the cell and down the corridor, though it does nothing to compete with the invectives from the user locked in one door down. Rinzler approaches shutdown just once, curled up against the wall, and if the flickering lights and twitch of limbs is any sign, it's anything but restful. The program won't notice anyone approaching then, but he probably wouldn't mind being woken.
Once or twice, Rinzler rises, pacing, frustration and the need to move boiling up through the despair. There's nowhere to go, though, nothing to do, and even that much risks opening his damage further. Maybe he should. Fracture, break, rip himself apart and leave them voxels on the floor to claim and punish. Rinzler wonders if he ever tried before. If he does, he can't remember. He wonders what they'll make him into. Alan-one had told him what would happen, told him he'd correct the fault if Rinzler fought again. Now two users are dead, and if there's any hope at all, it's that they'll decide he's too worthless to salvage.
[[ooc:the duration during which Rinzler can be visited depends largely on the results of his trial, so there may be some time-wobbling. In particular, if he ends up with solitary confinement... no longer applicable; Rinzler will be visitable for both the trial period and his sentence. ETA 2: As of the 20th, temperature conditions will be improved thanks to Vision + co.
Prose and spam both welcome!]]
When: April 14th through the 24th
Where: the Hold
What: Rinzler killed some people and copes poorly. Set after this log.
Warnings: references to character death and mindscrew, glowy injuries, unfortunate assumptions. (See also: Rinzler.)
The first place Rinzler woke up in this system was a cell. He'd been locked in after a fight with his duplicate—with Tron. Not that the enforcer had been capable then of even hearing the older version's name. Rinzler had attacked because he had to, because the overrides built in his mind detected conflict and demanded he delete the source. Since then, he's shattered that if/then chain. Chipped away at the filters on his memories, even managed, once or twice, to speak.
But he's back where he started, and he knows better than to expect things to end the same way.
For the most part, visitors will find Rinzler seated on the low bench back against the wall. Circuits burn dimly in the shadows, almost outshone by the dull glint of fractured code that covers a full half of the enforcer's core. He's turned slightly to conceal the injured side, but the spiderwebbing cracks through code and armor are obvious to see, and he doesn't have the power to refresh his shell and cover up the damage.
The low rattle of corrupted code echoes through the cell and down the corridor, though it does nothing to compete with the invectives from the user locked in one door down. Rinzler approaches shutdown just once, curled up against the wall, and if the flickering lights and twitch of limbs is any sign, it's anything but restful. The program won't notice anyone approaching then, but he probably wouldn't mind being woken.
Once or twice, Rinzler rises, pacing, frustration and the need to move boiling up through the despair. There's nowhere to go, though, nothing to do, and even that much risks opening his damage further. Maybe he should. Fracture, break, rip himself apart and leave them voxels on the floor to claim and punish. Rinzler wonders if he ever tried before. If he does, he can't remember. He wonders what they'll make him into. Alan-one had told him what would happen, told him he'd correct the fault if Rinzler fought again. Now two users are dead, and if there's any hope at all, it's that they'll decide he's too worthless to salvage.
[[ooc:
Prose and spam both welcome!]]
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Pausing by the window, Tron peers through the glass at his counterpart, his brow furrowing as he observes the damage more closely. Hasn't Rinzler allowed anyone...? No, he wouldn't. Tron remembers those lock protocols, the directives that only Clu, the admin would have access to repair him. Still, those cracks look too extensive for self-repair, and Sam and Alan could probably break those protocols...
"You don't seem to be functioning at full capacity, program," he says, perhaps a dry attempt at humor.
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How easily all of it could happen again.
If Rinzler resents that awareness, it's nothing he'd admit to. And certainly, it's not the only thing to resent. Tron is whole, Tron is free, Tron is the one their user wanted. The one everyone wants. He has a place here. He would never kill a user.
Needless to say, that humor falls a little short. Rinzler glowers up toward the door, noise rising a little, but he makes no move to stand or close the gap. What does his mirror—his original—want?
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A pause. Tron can't see the extent of Rinzler's damage from here, but he's certain that if he were in immediate danger of cascade failure, they would not have locked him up to derez alone. Still, there was no need for him to remain injured. "You are too damaged for self-repair protocols, correct?"
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Not to the question Tron is asking—that much is obvious even from the briefest scans. If Tron can't see the gaps of damage from the door. Self-repair might remove the instability with time, but there's too much lost code for Rinzler to recover fully on his own.
But that doesn't matter. It can't. Not for the users running this place, or their user, or any sort of Flynn. Clu's the only person allowed to correct Rinzler's code.
But that's not why he won't let them try.
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"They... they had to use some of your code to repair me," he says slowly. "They didn't do anything to it, then, didn't edit you at all. But they were able to access your disc. If you'll let them, they can help repair you now."
Tron has to believe his User would do the right thing, would help to repair Rinzler's damage. "I know Alan-1 would never do anything to harm you."
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Still, it's not until Tron mentions Alan-one that Rinzler flinches outright. The black helmet twitches down before shaking silently from side to side. No. (Wrong.) Tron has no idea what he's talking about. Or maybe he does. The other program wouldn't think of it as harm, would he? Rinzler is bad code, false data, corrupted values to be wiped or overwritten at their user's need.
Still. He doesn't want to be remade.
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Tron's trust in his User is absolute, and he knows in the very core of his code that Alan would never harm him, nor Rinzler, by extension. He can't say that he holds any sort of loyalty toward Rinzler, but he does not want to see his double derezzed, or even injured like this.
"I know you have no reason to trust me," he tries again. "But trust our User."
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Noise scratches into a snarl, head jerking sideways as he tries to clear the glitch. Rinzler stares downward almost blankly, circuits shivering and dim, before he reaches for his MID.
Not what he wants.
He isn't.
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"Have you tried to speak with him?" He calculates that Rinzler has not, but he has to ask. "How do you know what he wants?"
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Rinzler's sound rises, harsh and ragged as he jerks his head down in a nod. Yes, he talked. He tried. It hadn't changed anything, and it never would, and Rinzler knows his mirror isn't stupid. So why is it pretending to be?
Wants you.
Tron was the program Alan-one had written. The one the user wanted to exist. Rinzler was a weapon, Rinzler was damage, something that needed to be changed and fixed. Alan-one had said as much—to him, and to both users locked down in this hall. He knows.
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Rinzler has to come around on his own, he can't be forcibly recoded into Tron. That would be no better than what Clu did to him, in the first place. Rinzler has to want to be Tron, again. Maybe one day, he will.
"I think you're wrong about him. He'll help you, if you'll let him."
Tron takes a deep breath to cool his systems. This line of reasoning is going nowhere, it seems.
"In any case... I believe your trial was unfairly biased against you. Why did you not give a defense?"
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Why is that even a surprise? By his standards, Rinzler's sure those promised edits count as help.
The question that follows is painfully ironic. The mask is still, pause dragging out far longer than the heat-glitch would create, before Rinzler's shoulders twitch inward in a shrug.
Wouldn't matter.
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"Why do you say that?" Tron doesn't understand why Rinzler wouldn't stand up in his own defense. "If you'd shown them your disc... your memories, you could have proved one way or the other. Surely they would have listened."
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Disk access: restricted.
To them. And to him. Rinzler can't show anyone his records—he doesn't even have the permissions to open up his disk.
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Breaking that lock, forcing his way into those memories...
I fight for the Users!
...every line of his code stretched to breaking, his mind torn and warring with itself, knowing the only option was to crash and take Clu with him...
But no, he was alive now, wasn't he? Not quite whole, but not Rinzler, not anymore, and with his own memories and Rinzler's memories both.
And Rinzler still couldn't access his own. Not without Clu's permission... Clu, who wasn't here, who was still glitching up Rinzler's existence even in his own absence.
"I see. And you don't want anyone else trying to break into it, even to prove your innocence."
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The shift of focus is acceptable (if barely), and Rinzler's mask jerks in short confirmation. No one is allowed in his disk. Not for "repair", and certainly not for something so pointless as their trial. Besides, Rinzler can't imagine why his duplicate thinks it would help.
Not innocent.
He'd killed a user. Two, technically, even if only one had been on purpose. The enforcer would expect Tron more than anyone to realize how little difference any reason makes.