Nikchan2011

     Rinzler hadn’t enjoyed himself so much in a long time.  He’d exulted in the carnage, when his beloved master had allowed him loose on hapless programs whose derezolution he had decreed.  Then had come the young User, who had dredged up ancient memories, and had stirred within him the personality Rinzler had believed he’d destroyed forever. And from that point on, Rinzler had felt those stirrings grow stronger, treacherous thoughts bleeding into his consciousness.  It had infuriated him, distracted him from his important work.  His desire to serve Clu was poisoned by the grief of his other self, that part of him that was

     Rezz stared at the glowing video feed of Tron’s cell on the viewing screen, transfixed.  That face, which no program could mistake, looked the same as it did a thousand cycles ago, except it was now lined with pain and battle scars.  An ugly, jagged stripe of damaged code licked up his neck and over his left eye.  Her hero, her greatest enemy, one and the same.  She struggled to reconcile the seeming conflicting truth, and felt truly at a loss as to how to proceed.     “What did you do to me, back there at the station?” Tron asked from his prison.  “Why am I myself?”     Gathering her scattered thoughts, R