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The Game Has Changed [Open!]
It had taken Tron more cycles than he'd anticipated to complete his self-diagnosis to his satisfaction, and even longer to orient himself in this strange new system. Navigation wasn't done through a Grid he could traverse. It was all about forcing his code through and testing the boundaries. The ridiculously convoluted boundaries that he hadn't seen since the MCP had been in town.
He soon had the I/O port located that would allow him to interact with the User crew at any time, but more substantial interaction was difficult. They were divided by that Grid/User world line---he could communicate with them as through a computer screen, and there was even a visual representatino, but interacting physically with that world was impossible.
...that is, it was until he managed to gain access to the heavily-trafficked Sensorium port. He arrived in a chamber consisting entirely of gray space, but the moment he appeared he detected that he was part of solid space. With a little color it could be another Grid.
Predictably, as that memory surfaced, his circuits glowed with the memory-sharing procedure and the room took on a Grid-like appearance. Dark, solidly shaped hills, with pulsing green veins to remind him that he was still Stacy's program. It was rather startling to Tron, who jumped back and sought out a connection with the perpetrator.
"Could you ask permission before copying my data?"
He soon had the I/O port located that would allow him to interact with the User crew at any time, but more substantial interaction was difficult. They were divided by that Grid/User world line---he could communicate with them as through a computer screen, and there was even a visual representatino, but interacting physically with that world was impossible.
...that is, it was until he managed to gain access to the heavily-trafficked Sensorium port. He arrived in a chamber consisting entirely of gray space, but the moment he appeared he detected that he was part of solid space. With a little color it could be another Grid.
Predictably, as that memory surfaced, his circuits glowed with the memory-sharing procedure and the room took on a Grid-like appearance. Dark, solidly shaped hills, with pulsing green veins to remind him that he was still Stacy's program. It was rather startling to Tron, who jumped back and sought out a connection with the perpetrator.
"Could you ask permission before copying my data?"