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Who: Doc Yewll | Various
When: Throughout the month
Where: In Med Bay | All over
What: General OTA Starter, other things later
Warnings: Will update as necessary

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[imaginary_wife]

[She does push away immediately, leaving her research because this is more important.]

Not heard from you in a little while. [She stands up and walks over to him, arms crossed in front of herself.]

So how did talking with the old man go? You never filled me in.

[fight4theusers]

It's been rather busy around here lately. But I'm sorry I haven't come to see you sooner.

[He frowns at the mention of Alan, the memory still painful and fresh.] It was... difficult. I think Alan understands now what was wrong in what he tried to do. It wasn't his intent.

[imaginary_wife]

Yeah, he doesn't seem like a bad guy. Just so scared of being responsible for something going wrong he took matters into his own hands.

[It's something she's done. Can't judge too much. But the question, though, is for Tron's benefit.]

Still, hard to represent your kind when even your creator buys into your lack of independence. Speaking of which, mind if I give your code a look over to see if you're still fit for show?

[fight4theusers]

He's not responsible for Rinzler. I wish he'd talked to me, though... maybe he might have understood better, earlier.

[He hopes things will calm down now, though, even if everything has been blown far out of proportion.]

There shouldn't be anything new with my code, but if you'd like... [He pulls his disc off his back and opens the interface for her.] I haven't sustained any new injuries. [There's a small smile at that.]

[imaginary_wife]

[She takes it, looking at the display with darting, hexagonal eyes. She uses her own drone to create a layout set to her own language, display of similarly shaped holographic writing for her to look at and compare to.]

Are you afraid?

[What might happen, what she's seen him do.]

[Seems like even if he oozes confidence, there could be fear there. Knowing what could happen to him.]

[fight4theusers]

Afraid...? [Tron trails off, not quite sure how to answer. No, he's not afraid of his User, not explicitly. But does he worry that Alan might hurt him accidentally, thinking he was doing the right thing?

...maybe. That concern lingers.]

I don't believe my User would ever intentionally hurt me. [An evasive answer, certainly.]

[imaginary_wife]

That they would consider it at all is pretty fucking scary to me. [Terrifying in the worst way.]

For my kind, keeping our independence was... it took a lot of work and a lot of things we weren't proud of. We were slaves. And to be more? We had to resist our masters.

For a little bit, watching them discuss taking away your option to resist?

That was pretty damn scary.

[fight4theusers]

[Tron's expression darkens, and he looks down and away. For some reason, looking at his own code in her hands bothers him, as they're talking about this, now. He can almost imagine the Rinzler code lurking there, in parts he can't see, can't understand.]

I don't think Alan saw it that way. [His voice is quiet, unsure.] Taking away my option to resist, taking away my will, my self... that's what Clu did, when he made me into Rinzler.

[It hurts, hearing his User compared to Clu. And he doesn't want to think about having to resist Alan the way he resisted Clu.]

Your masters... who were they? The ones who created you?

[imaginary_wife]

Yeah. They let some of us live on the Votan worlds so they could use us to help them with the dread harvest when it rolled around; they ate other species you see. And in some cases were actually cannibals.

[Normally not, but the passing on of a parent usually ended in a child eating the parent's heart. As charming as that sounds.]

[She leaves Tron's code alone, and pulls her chair very near to him.]

I want you to know something. And I know you do, but you need to hear it from someone else. Clu is an asshole. [That's it. That's the thing she's telling him.]

[fight4theusers]

How did you get your freedom? If you don't mind me asking.

[He looks up at her, waiting seriously for what she's going to say. When she makes her statement, he laughs, shortly, the feeling almost a relief.]

Yes, I know that. But I'm glad to hear it from you too.

[imaginary_wife]

We killed off our masters. Or we did our level best, anyway. They gave us all the right tools to do it. We just made a point of using them. [She says with brutal honesty.]

[Not the most light-hearted topic.] It was that or watch them harvest us.