The Game Has Changed
| The Game Has Changed | |
|---|---|
| Date of Cutscene: | 13 December 2012 |
| Location: | The Grid |
| Synopsis: | LEXUS relaxes in his new acquisition. He gets some bad news. |
| Cast of Characters: | LEXUS |
The remodeling was complete.
After research was complete on the Empire State Building, it was no longer necessary. However, LEXUS does not waste assets. So he painstakingly reworked it, reskinning it, altering it into pleasing shapes.
Now, it towered over the city, a new edifice, a place of power... And for others, amusement. He opened a nightclub within the building to cater to the powerful and the elite among programs. Even they needed to spend their idle time somehow.
In honor of his victory and the method of acquisition, he decided to call it... The End of Line Club. Nobody knew the location belonged to him, of course. There was some other program who ran the club. He kept tabs on the goings-on down there, and let them run it as they will. Let them think that flamboyant one is the one truly in charge.
Thus it was that he sat within the penthouse suite in his chair, contemplating the roiling haze of free digital space in the skies above the Grid. So much space. So much potential. So much... wonder out there. And it will all belong to him.
A chime rang through the suite, alerting him of a priority datapacket from his sniffers. He granted access permission, and the Sniffer appeared, a lean, lanky program that appeared to be efficient and optimized for blending into the shadows of the Dataspace. "Report." LEXUS commanded.
The Sniffer jerked. "Yes. Er, well..." He appeared nervous.
This is a bad sign. LEXUS frowned. "Out with it!"
Another jerk. "I, well... I received a report that TRON has escaped."
Dead silence reigned for several nanocycles. LEXUs tilted his head slightly. "Repeat message."
"TRON has escaped, Sir."
Another dead silence... And suddenly LEXUS surges to his feet, lashing a hand out. Burning tendrils of Darkness lash out and grip the Sniffer, dragging it to his hand. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN TRON HAS ESCAPED? HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEREZZED!"
The Sniffer flails uselessly, gurgling as its resources were slowly cut off, painfully. "We... sighted him... in one... of the... free sectors..."
That did not stay LEXUS' wrath. "DO YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS MEANS? TRON IS DESIGNED TO SEEK OUT AND TERMINATE PROCESSES LIKE YOU! LIKE /ME/!" The entire building shakes as purple energy flares around him, the Eye of LEXUS maniefesting as his voice reverberates and roars through the room.
Nanocycles before the program crashes, however, LEXUS releases the Sniffer. IT drops to the ground, hissing and gasping as the light show fades. LEXUS turns away and begins speaking calmly again. "Locate TRON. Mark his motion. Do not engage him. I will need to gauge his disposition and movements before we make our own."
He claps his hands, and the Dark Virus smiles. "And when the time comes, I will assimilate his functions into my own, and become the ultimate program in the Grid. Not even the MCP will be able to stop me once I acquire those elevated access levels and priority system calls." He looks back over his shoulder at the Sniffer. "GO!" He yells. The Sniffer yells, and vanishes from the penthouse in a burst of light, transmitted back out ot the Grid at large.
His orders would be followed. LEXUS walks to the window, looking out of it over the city below. "So, the true battle has begun. I look forward to meeting you, TRON... This Grid... And all the worlds beyond will be mine. And not you, nor the MCP, nor the USers will stop me!"
He throws his hands back and begins to laugh as thunder rolls through the Dataspace. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA!"
