Overclocked
| Overclocked | |
|---|---|
| Date of Cutscene: | 08 July 2013 |
| Location: | Manhattan - The Arcade |
| Synopsis: | Takes place after ...Arcade Is but before Plastic Is Friend
A moment of private introspection forces TRON to face reality, no matter how little it makes sense. |
| Thanks to: | Big thanks to Pumpkinhead! |
| Cast of Characters: | TRON |
| Tinyplot: | TRON Train |
TRON wanders along the main arcade floor, surveying each offline game-case as he passes without really seeing them. He retrieves the glasses he had carelessly thrown off to the side at the start of the LEXUS-caused chaos, turning them in his hands distractedly. He is waiting for Manhattan to restore power to the building, but his mind is anywhere else but here. In fact, it is grinding on information he has refused to face before now.
The ever-present 'Flynn'--'Creator4983'--had hacked his code and given him data... memories... not his own, but he had not understood what he had until he entered Userspace. Meeting CHIEF and LEXUS had opened his eyes to the possibility of other Grids, which had concerned him... but he tried to ignore the personal significance. Deelel, a Program he had believed was from his Grid, has been revealed to have been pulled in by the MCP from another Grid entirely.
But it is Beck's arrival to Userspace that has shattered everything he had been keeping together, made him face the irrevocable fact that somehow, somewhere, there is another TRON. A more experienced TRON. A TRON that experienced the events he would have never known but for User intervention.
So what does that make him? What is the truth?
It is too much.
He looks back over to the inoperable TRON arcade console, the structure blocking the entrance to the not-so-secret basement, and sees the ENCOM symbol printed on the side. What is the significance of this ENCOM? And /why/ do old letters and bills hidden in storage spaces in the upper level claim that the arcade is supposed to be located in some place called 'Los Angeles'?
Flynn, this arcade, ENCOM... nothing fits, and he can't work it out. He doesn't understand, even with so much information at his disposal. But he's too scared to look deeper, deathly afraid of what he could find next.
It is just far too much.
The sound of the power main being restored brings the arcade back to vibrant life along with the lights, his attention diverting from his personal mental spiral. The arcade games flare back to life, unaffected by the turmoil caused by LEXUS and his hired goons, and he latches onto the welcome discord of disparate game sounds and lights.
He can't run this place alone--there is too much going on for both himself and the other Programs. He doesn't even know how... but he might be able to contact someone who does, if Kevin Flynn’s old contact information has not become completely obsolete.
He pulls out his Ma Belle and his eyes flicker whitish-blue as he recalls a telephone number from memory. He dials quickly, pausing in front of the Fix-It Felix Jr. machine as he shifts the device to his ear. "Hello, is this Mister Larry Litwak?" He smiles in relief at the muffled response. "My name is Alan. I am looking to reopen Flynn's Arcade in Manhattan, but I could use an experienced manager to run the place on a daily basis. Would you be interested?"
