ddd_news | APPLICATIONS -- 2010; 001

First Person (entry type):

Since the Creator saved me, he has been teaching me many things. He speaks often of his son, Sam. I can't seem to completely understand the concept of family. They have some kind of very close connection, stronger than any I know of between Programs. Flynn, as he likes me to call him, tried to explain that Users create other Users, but wouldn't tell me exactly how it happens. That was a little frustrating. Although I can't comprehend the novelty of family, Flynn says he is very pleased with my progress. He often comments on my capability to learn. My abilities never fail to fascinate him, though I am no different from any others of my kind.
I think I am beginning to see why Clu has executed all the other ISOs. I can see how the Grid should be and what could be done to improve on it. Whatever it is that Clu is doing doesn't sit well with my programming. It feels wrong, and Flynn often has to remind me that I simply cannot drive into the city and demand Clu put everything right. If this is how only one of me can feel, how strongly would the entire population of ISOs have reacted? There would be revolution, an idea which excites me beyond anything else. Flynn counsels patience, however, and he has shown wisdom in everything else. It would be foolish to go against what he has asked, especially as he is only concerned for my safety.

Third Person: Quorra stared numbly at the sparkling remnants of the Program that had risked everything to protect her. She knew Flynn had reprogrammed Anon with the sole intent of keeping her safe, but she never expected this to happen. With a consious effort, she dragged her eyes away from the data cubes to look around her. What little hope she had left faded away almost instantly. The rocky barren surroundings could only be the Wasteland, far from anyone that could possibly assist her in any way.

It was too late anyway. Quorra's hope was gone and her systems were already beginning to shut down from sheer exhaustion. She fell slowly to her knees, leaned forward with her hands splayed out in front of her. Her arms quaked with the effort it was taking to keep herself up, and a moment later her elbows gave out. Her body folded gracefully to the ground.

Programs like Anon and Zuse had given up everything to keep the last ISO safe and alive. But now? Now it would seem all their sacrifices were in vain. Quorra's fingers scraped at the rocky ground pointlessly and she took in a slow, deep breath. It was over. Tron and Anon were both dead, and she would be soon to follow. Zuse would be of no further assistance. He was too fond of himself to risk it now. As for Flynn...Quorra didn't have high hopes. He'd ran while Tron had fought. She didn't doubt that he had run away again. The ISOs were gone and Clu ruled with an iron fist. The Grid was doomed.

With what was left of her energy, Quorra rolled over onto her back and fumbled at the strip of cloth on her arm. She finally tugged it free, revealing the glowing blue mark on her skin. She sighed, letting her eyes drift shut as she waited for the end.

“Quorra.”

That voice, that amazingly familiar, strong, comforting voice. It was music to Quorra's ears. Her eyes flickered open, and she beheld him. He stood above her, looking majestic and wonderous, wearing a gentle smile.

“The Creator,” she whispered, a weak smile crossing her face. For the first time she truly understood why other Programs respected him the way he did. He made her feel safer than she had since the disappearence of Jalen. Quorra knew, without knowing how she knew, that he would protect her.

Flynn bent down and lifted her gently up into his arms. His body was warm, and she could hear that strange thumping in his chest. She would have to remember to ask him about that later, but for now, she would just bask in the knowledge that she was safe. She was the last of the ISOs, a race that it seemed only the Creator alone had seen as a “miracle”, and she believed now with all of her being that together they could make things right, the Creator and the last ISO.

Can we see another first person sample, please?

I want to leave. I can't stand this waiting much longer. Flynn tells me to be patient, but I can't. Not anymore. It's been nearly a hundred cycles and still we have done nothing. Clu has wiped out my people and turned all the Basics left against both myself and their own Creator. And what has Flynn done to stop him and help the Grid? Nothing! We do nothing.

I'm going back to the Games. I don't care what Flynn says. His odd “Zen” ways simply don't sit right with me and I have to do something. If I can get into the Games and defeat Rinzler, then tradition dictates Clu has to present me as champion. No, not if. When. I know I can. Then I can take my chance and destroy Clu.

I know what Flynn will tell me. That it's reckless and I need to wait. That Clu is bound to be planning something. But what if he isn't? What if I can take him by surprise and get rid of him? Then Flynn and I can put the Grid back to the way it's meant to be. He's the Creator. I know he can fix it. But if he won't make the effort, then I will.

We're very sorry, but this application has been rejected. While your application was accurate, interesting, and well-written, we found that the other app seemed fractionally better at giving an impression of the character's entire nature. You are strongly encouraged to try for a different character! ♥

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APPLICATIONS -- 2010; 001

Quorra I Tron: Evolution and Tron: Legacy

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