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Tron Legacy : Reimaging
Tron Legacy Reimagining
Following the salvation of The Grid from the tyranny of the Master Control Program, Kevin Flynn returned to the real world, becoming CEO of the ENCOM computer company. He designs a number of the world's most successful games based on his supposed exploits (he refers to them as 'dreams') in cyberspace. The most often occurring character in these and the most popular for gamers is the stalwart warrior program Tron.
His son Sam is enamored by his father's work, his stories of the world of Tron, and dreams the impossible dream of visiting The Grid. His father actually promises that one day he'll take him there.
It turns out to be the last words Kevin has with his son before he vanishes from the face of the Earth.
Sam grows up, somewhat embittered by his father's leaving him and his mother, but finding confidence in his father's old hobby of motorbike maintenance. He is incredibly rich but entirely irresponsible, preferring to live in a retrofitted garage and rarely
Tron Awakening: Chapter 1 WIP0264 hours, December 21, --- (Grid Calendar)/
Inside The Grid, Outlands, Prima's hideout
A door slid silently open and soft footsteps padded against a flat surface. Then a female voice spoke softly. "How is he?"
There was a deep sigh, male this time, and a deep gruff voice replied. "He's still unconscious, but we were able to stabilize his vital signs... He's in the recovery stage now..."
A moment of silence, excluding the soft humming of a mechanism in the background.
The feminine voice spoke again. "Do you really think he's... a system monitor?"
"Hard to tell." another man's voice spoke; this time, it sounded younger, "I thought the last syste
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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