Once more, Sark exhorted his Recognizers.
The programs were emulating the User! His worst fears had been made real not only had the User defied traditional constraints, but he’d gotten other programs to follow his lead. WARNING.” It became muted with distance as they ignored it and roared on. REPEAT: ALL WARRIORS MUST STAY WITHIN THEIR UNITS. A gargantuan voice echoed across it, “WARRIORS MUST STAY WITHIN THEIR UNITS.
Sirens rent the air of the Training Complex. Tron knew exuberance, the chance to run freely and independently once more. “What do you think?” Ram asked over the communicator, terse with hope. Ram changed course, swung in parallel to Tron, and then they shot along side by side. The Warrior hit a red barrier at full speed, evaporating in a caldronous de-rezzing. Ram had seen and heard too, and now he swung his machine hard, boxing the last Warrior, forcing him to hold a grid line. And, thrilling to the idea of freedom, he asked himself, Why not? The MCP, he decided, must be hoarding more of the System’s power than ever, so much so that even the re-rezzing of the Grid had been impaired. Tron had seen Flynn’s exit and been shocked by it. But this: escape! Unthinkable unprecedented! Sark hammered a fist on the panel before him, calling down his Recognizers.īelow, Tron and Ram still dueled the remaining Red. He’d thought to see the User perish in collision with the wall, ridding him of that problem for good. Sark, watching from above, ranted, outraged. But he’d waited too long, and hit the wall with terrific velocity just as Flynn shot the gap in the arena’s side. The Red finally saw that Flynn had no intention of turning, and made a last-second attempt to save himself. The arena wall sped at Flynn and his enemy, the gap growing. An Elite swooped in at him for the kill, and Ram and Tron headed his way to see what his plan was.
“Come on!” Flynn urged, aiming for the opening, leaving a curtain of red light behind him as he went. Ram and Tron heard, but couldn’t comprehend. “This is it!” he shouted into his communicator. Given that, Flynn was willing to risk just about anything, including the possibility of frying himself like a bug in another of those force fields. The only certain way to die would be to remain prisoner in the Training Complex. Kevin Flynn, with no idea what might obstruct him in the gap, or what might lie beyond, nevertheless saw any opportunity for escape as a good one. The gap left by that impact had not yet rezzed back up an opening in the wall remained, narrow and jagged-edged. He found himself screaming straight at the arena wall where the first Red Warrior had smashed up. Flynn avoided a second attempt by his opponent to kill him.
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