TRON: Renewal

[DarkLadyOfTheSith]

Jenna


What the...?! she thinks when she finds herself locked into place. This was getting more and more insane by the minute. "Zeke, was it? Any ideas on how to turn this thing off? Whatever it is."

[theskorpionking]

"No idea." Zeke said, sounding defeated. All he wanted to do was get out of wherever here was and get back to Dani. He had a lot of questions and he hoped that she had the answers. "Maybe if we just play along, they'll let us go."

[Lentrax]

The pods open and from each pod a woman emerges wearing skintight white outfits. There does not seem to be a seam anywhere on the clothing, and the suit continues straight down into the wedge heeled shoes. The step to you, three to a figure.

They hold up their right hands, making a gun sign, then run them down your clothing. You suddenly find your clothing falling to the floor. A band of light snapped into being across Lucas's hand, causing him to cry out in sudden pain. His hand spasms, and the gun falls to the floor atop his clothing, which is then promptly sucked into a confident vacuum hole that appears next to your torn garments. The hole disappears as quickly and quietly as it appeared.

At your feet, the floor moves and undulates, and small feelers start searching around. The feelers seem to all find what they are looking for when they touch your feet. They aren't cold, per sé. Heat doesn't seem to mean anything here. Instead you feel an icy shiver run up your spine. The tendrils latch onto your legs, crawling up your bodies. Behind them, in a rippling wave, you feel an almost spandex-like fabric against your skin.

Most of the women move back at this point, stepping in a mechanical precision backwards into their pods again. There are four women left, one standing each in front of you.

Programs. You will be issued an identity disc. A pedestal rises up in front of each of you, each bearing a black disc. This disc will be a record of your existence. Failure to retain your disc is grounds for immediate deresolution. Everything you do will be imprinted upon your disc.

The women take the disc and move around to your back. You feel them pressing the disc into your back. You see their arms move as they twist the disc, locking it into place behind your back. You then have a very odd sensation. You feel your entire brain accessing everything it has ever contained. Bits and pieces of your life. Maybe your whole life, you don't know, flashes in your eyes.

Synchronization complete, proceed to processing. Good luck, Programs.

[theskorpionking]

Zeke was having a geek-out moment. He had described this kind of scene in early production meetings for the Tron 3.0 game. He had pitched the idea that people from the real world would get transported into the grid and become the hero of the game. Friedman had been quiet for most of the meeting, but then had said, "That's exactly what the Grid needs, more Users running around." Zeke only smiled and said, "Yeah, but those users would pay for the DLC that I have planned." In the end, it didn't matter. Friedman was the VP and his word was law.

He snapped back to the present and began watching as the women neared him. He watched as the did the gun thing, looking around at the others. To his left was Jess, to his right was the new girl, Jenna. He smiled at them, then watched as their clothes fell away. His cheeks went a dark crimson. Then he realized that he too was naked. He quickly covered himself with his hands and stared at the floor. He offered the two ladies on either side of him a apologetic, "Uh, sorry."