Greetings, Programs! :) Yes, I know, it's been a while. Happy Tron Tuesday, everyone!

Chapter 1 – Terrible Midpoint

Ally's POV

"Come on! This way!" She whisper-shouted behind her at Beck. They skidded around a corner as quickly as physics would allow and ran headlong down a random alley into the dark.

Ally and Beck panted as they ducked through a doorway that some fool left open and crouched in the dark, trying to catch their breath that they gradually lost as they tried to escape the soldiers.

Beck chuckled the slightest bit as he started to relax a little. "I *pant* thought some of the *pant* guards in Argon *pant* were tough…"

Ally's lips pulled into an open smile and she rolled her eyes. "Proves how much you know…" She teased. "They were a lot tougher in the war. We all seemed to have lost our touch."

Beck opened his mouth to respond to her opinion but the words died in his throat when several voices echoed.

"They couldn't have gone far. Strays always get confused." One of the guards stated matter-of-factly.

Ally and Beck locked eyes with each other briefly before rolling them. Ally was itching to say something smart about that typical comment but Beck seemed to sense it and shot her a look.

She settled with pursing her lips and remaining quiet. She could always smart-mouth people later.

"Try out that alleyway, see if anyone's there. I'll check down here." They heard the loud clomping sound of heavy boots trudging through the dark narrow street; close to where the two of them were hiding.

Ally lightly placed her hand on one of the batons she had and glanced at Beck's lightstaff that was attached to his belt along with several other weapons they'd gotten from their 'noisemaking' group that raided a secret warehouse full of the stuff.

The moment the guard was less than 2 meters away, the duo pounced at him from the dark and whacked the back of his helmet with enough force to break it and knock him out. Their scuffle attracted the attention of the guard's comrade and he stupidly entered the alley as well.

They backed away and cloaked themselves in darkness before they could be seen with the unconscious Program. When the second one was close enough, they did the exact same thing to him, brutally knocking him out.

Ally pulled out a small device from her pocket – a new gadget Google made for the team – and scanned a small light over both of the guards. There was bright orange code glowing from their internal structure that flowed inside them like water, unlike the white or blue – which was supposed to be normal – underneath they'd hoped to see.

The corners of Ally's mouth pinched into a frown – almost a grimace as she looked up at Beck. "More." She said dully.

Beck sighed. "This is starting to grow tiresome." He mumbled as they both slapped cuffs onto their wrists and started to drag them out of the alley.

"But of course Clu would only want to have repurposed guards doing their duties in his home City, much more around him. He doesn't exactly trust free will. Liz made sure to prove that."

Beck laughed tiredly as they neared their small base – a regular apartment that had a basement with a series of secret tunnels they made themselves, hidden behind secret doors.

Ally looked around to make sure they weren't seen as Beck unlocked the door and helped her drag the unconscious bodies inside. She struggled to get one of them onto their feet as she hauled him downstairs into the basement behind Beck.

They found Liz lounging in a little chair, asleep with a content smile on her sassy face. She heard Beck's exasperated sigh as he let the guard's body drop into her lap and let the rest happen.

Liz's eyes shot wide open faster than the speed of light and her comfy chair tilted backwards as she jumped out with her disk in hand.

She momentarily glanced at the guard sprawled on the floor that was once draped across her and frowned. Then she looked up and narrowed her eyes at Beck, who raise both his hands to play innocence.

"Hey, don't blame me; I wasn't sleeping on the job."

Ally smirked as she dumped her prisoner into his own chair before crossing the room towards a small portrait of Clu. The picture disgusted everyone in the apartment but it made a nice cover for the safe behind.

She put in the combination of numbers and opened the small door to find both her and Beck's disks safe and sound inside. Ally grabbed hers and locked it into place on her back, then tossing Beck his.

Liz fixed her gaze on both of the guards with an unpleasant expression. "More repurposed guards?" She asked in a monotone voice.

Ally rolled her eyes in a way to say 'duh' and proceeded to pick up her Program from the chair. "Come on, Beck." She said as she headed towards a bare wall. "Let's get this over with before these guys wake up. Remember what happened last time…"

"Don't even remind me." Beck said as he hauled the other guard back onto his limp feet. "He nearly escaped."

Liz walked over to a desk and pressed a button on the underside. The wall slid back to reveal the secret tunnels lit up brightly from the floor that branched out in a small maze. The labyrinth wasn't that big, just little hallways leading to different rooms.

Ally strode down one of the paths with confidence – and struggle – in her step until she reached out a hand to press a button on a door panel to a room. The door slid open and she, followed by Beck, stepped into a small room that looked a lot like a repurposing unit.

Beck sighed as he deposited a guard into one of the tube-like structures. "Gosh, sometimes I wonder what kind of trouble Ace and the others went through just to get their hands on this thing."

Ally attempted to shrug as she kept supporting to extra (and heavy) weight of the male Program. Beck crossed the room towards a small panel and pressed a few buttons to activate the machine.

Preparing for code extraction, please do not interrupt the procedure.

She watched like she had a million times as the stolen repurposing machine extracted the repurposing code that didn't truly belong to the soldier. Beck pressed a few more buttons to activate the cleansing procedure.

No one really knew much about the repurposing process – other than Beck with his knowledge of what Tron told him once – until Google managed to hack into some of Clu's confidential files and studied them.

After managing to get ahold of a repurposing tank-thing, Google was able to help them come up with a simple way to extract all repurposed code, tear out whatever coding that didn't truly belong to the Program, cleanse the rest of the code to its original form, and then put it back in.

It later became a priority, and a regular basis to catch any Program that was repurposed and restore them to their primary format.

Ally saw the machine put the Program's coding back into him and slowly smiled as his circuitry slowly but gradually turned from orange to white and purple.

Cleansing process complete. Have a pleasant cycle.

The Program was still unconscious as Beck got him out and helped Ally put hers into the machine. The guard started to stir as he was brought closer to the large device and before either Program could fully process it, he was completely conscious again.

He immediately started to struggle when he caught sight of both Programs' costumes and realized who they were. "Ah! No, let me go! You can't do this!"

Ally pinched the spot between his neck and shoulder and he slumped over again.

Beck sighed in relief when they succeeded in putting him into the repurposing chamber and going through the exact same process with him.

When they were finished, Ally once again struggled to haul the Program behind Beck out of the room, the secret passages, and into the basement.

And of course, Liz was lounging in her chair again. Ally looked at her friend crossly. "Get off," she said bluntly. Liz rolled her eyes and stood up from the chair to close the wall/door.

Beck and Ally deposited both unconscious Programs into both of the chairs and waited for both to regain awareness. Beck's Program woke up first, disoriented and confused, bombarding everyone with questions regarding his strange memories related to Clu.

Liz, surprisingly, managed to get him to settle down and wait 'till the other one woke up so they didn't have to repeat what they say a second time.

Several Micros passed with Ally probing his side, head, and other various parts of his body before he woke up again. He flinched at his sudden surroundings and did the exact same thing the other Program had.

It took another good 10 MicroCycles to explain what repurposing was, theorize why Clu had it done to them in particular, and recommend that the Programs go about their lives like they had before they'd been forcefully involved with Clu's army.

The Program Beck had brought here nodded slowly and thanked him for helping out. But the other one – the one Ally knocked out – was determined to help out any way he could and even offered to help out by pretending to be one of Clu's soldiers, as he claimed to have vivid memories of his loyalty towards the tyrant.

Glancing at each other, the trio of rebels agreed hesitantly and asked what they needed of him. Ally helped him change his circuits back to their previous orange color before she and Beck blindfolded the Programs as precaution to keep their location hidden, brought them to a secluded area in the City, spun them in circles a few times before ditching them.

Ally pumped her arms and looked at Beck, who was ahead of her. "Do we have time to nab others?"

Beck shook his head. "No, it's almost curfew. And even if we were, it'd be against new regulations. We were supposed to leave our disks behind at the lair in case we got caught."

Ally slowly nodded. "Fine, you know what, that's okay. We'll just head home and have a boring time 'till the end of curfew. You know, that's cool." She said, pretending to sound okay with it.

Beck sighed. "We don't have time to go out before curfew. Besides, you heard the others. We can't take risks right now; maybe later, but now is a crucial time." They reached the apartment building and bustled inside before locking the door behind them. "We just gotta lay low until it's time to make our real move."

"Until when?" Ally asked. "This plan we came up with HiloCycles ago is taking much longer than anticipated. We've met with hundreds of groups of rebellious Citizens and shared their part in our scheme but now we must have at least a couple thousand more Programs supporting us."

Beck shrugged. "More isn't always a bad thing."

"But I don't know what we're waiting for!" Ally said impatiently. "Everything is set up according to plan. Paige and Sky managed to convince Gallium to pack up and join us, we have our "noisemakers" already doing their part in the other Cities, including this one, but we're not doing anything!"

Beck frowned. "True, we may have been one of the Programs to start all of this, but remember, this fight isn't about us. It's about the Citizens on the Grid. We're doing this for them. We just have to trust Google, and everyone else's judgment and not make any rash decisions." He settled a hand on her shoulder. "We'll wait a while longer, okay?"

Ally slowly nodded. "Fine." She eyes settled on the lightsword clipped onto Beck's belt. She smirked. "You wanna spar for a bit?" She leaned closer. "Just until curfew's done? I feel like I'll die of boredom before this Revolution is over."

Beck mocked a scared and disappointed frown. "Well we wouldn't want you to pass away before all of this is done!" He grinned. "Okay, I could learn a few more tricks with a lightsword." He grabbed the baton. "I'm still not used to this thing yet."

…

Zoe's POV

She paced the secret meeting room where Ace, Bartik, Hopper, Reni, and the whole group of Tron City's "noisemakers" were standing in.

"Are you sure this information is accurate?" She asked. "26 Citizens we've interacted with in these borderlines are just…gone? Poof? Just like that?"

Hopper leaned against an empty desk, the frown on his face growing. "Can't really describe it any other way if you still want it to remain accurate as it is." He shrugged. "26 Programs missing, more or less."

Zoe sighed. "They can't be working under Clu." She muttered. "We checked them. Either they weren't careful and got caught, or they suddenly decided they wanted out and fled." She stopped pacing and shook her head. "Something's not right. We're missing something."

She looked at Ace. "Only 26 Programs missing from the City?"

Ace checked the data base. "Uh, it says here 52 Programs have disappeared within the previous 4 MylaCycles." He raised an eyebrow. "Not really liking that bit of information. And apparently 26 Programs of the 52 were ones we've interacted with."

Zoe nodded. "That helps a little. It's not exactly organized like I feared. That's good. Now we just need to figure out why they're disappearing and what's happening to them."

Ace took a step back and held up his hands to stop her. "Hey, whoa. Listen, little grid bug. In case you forgot, most of us are noise-makers, save you, Bartik, and Hopper over there. Go talk to Google and the others if this is going to be a complicated plan. Our part is to be just the distractions. See Alpha if you need help investigating."

Hopper shook his head quickly. "Nope. Uh uh, no way; I'm not seeing her. There's something off about her that I don't like. Besides, she can't even say my name correctly!"

Ace laughed. "Come on, you little pansy! Are you actually afraid of her?" He laughed. "Please tell me I'm wrong! Ha ha ha!"

Hopper glared. "I'm NOT afraid of her!"

Zoe growled in frustration. "SHUT UP! All of you! 52 Programs have disappeared into thin air, as it seems and you all think it's that appropriate time to LAUGH?!" She turned and stormed out of the room.

Ace's grin quickly disappeared from his face. "Wait. Zoe, come on, it's not like that. You need to calm down." He followed her out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Bartik glanced around the room in silence. "…Well this is awkward…"

Zoe didn't look behind her to know Ace was walking behind her. "Stay away! I'm not very happy with you."

Ace pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration and grabbed her shoulder roughly, spinning her around to face him. "What is it with you? Even though it seems like you've forgiven me, it's like you're still mad at me."

Zoe narrowed her eyes. "It's because you always feel the impulse to act immature and playful when you're expected to be taking things seriously! Were you even paying attention when I said 52 Programs in this City vanished completely without a trace or an explanation why?"

Ace looked down at the floor. "Yeah, I did. Sorry for trying to lighten up the mood."

Zoe pinched her lips into a thin line and stared him down. "Why did Tron even pick you?"

Ace raised an eyebrow. "Many reasons. Every time you ask, I'll give you a different reason. They're all true."

"So tell me something new." She folded her arms.

Ace shrugged. "Tron would probably kill himself if all the Programs he was around weren't a combination of smart, strong, humorous, mature, playful, and decisive." His eyes bored holes into her. "Not a single Program on our old team had all of those qualities, Zoe. And you were the 'stiff' Program of the group."

Zoe closed her eyes and sighed. "I need some time alone. If Programs keep disappearing at this kind of constant pace, we'll need to do something about it, indefinitely. I…need to think of a plan."

She turned around and started walking away from him again down the hall. Her shoulders were sagged and her posture was less than straight and attentive. She's been looking that way for the past couple of cycles now.

Zoe chewed on her thumbnail as she kept going. This was bad. Really bad. No one predicted that Programs would mysteriously disappear and that could potentially put ripples in the plan, whether they got involved in the situation or not.

If they did nothing, they'd keep losing supporting Citizens. But if they did investigate and try to solve the problem, everyone could get distracted while Clu does something TRULY bad.

Clu had blown up Argon City and turned it into smithereens a few HiloCycles ago. Not to mention he attempted genocide on the ISOs and who-else-knows-what. She had no doubt he'd attempt something along those ranges or worse…

…

Valor's POV

The female ISO pulled on the hair on her head. "What are we going to do now?" She collapsed in a chair close to Valor. "We've got nothing to do because Evelyn absolutely forbids any ISO or influent Program to attract any attention. We haven't done any training drills or knocked soldier heads, so I'M BORED NEARLY TO DEATH!"

Valor pursed his lips. "Be careful what you wish for…" He stated cryptically as he leaned back in his chair.

Cassie sighed and shoved his shoulder. "Seriously, dude. I've gotta do something or I'll tear my hair out of my head!"

He smirked. "I'd actually like to see that…"

Cassie scowled at Valor. "That's it!" She jumped to her feet and tackled him out of his chair. She gripped the collar of his suit tightly in her hands as she wrestled with him. They rolled around on the floor as they took out their anger and frustration at each other.

Cassie punched him in the gut a couple of times and yelled. "Do you even care what's going on? You don't want to do something?!"

Valor grabbed Cassie's shoulders and flipped them over so he was on top and pinned her wrists above her head. "Yes, I do." He said. "I was actually beginning to wonder when you'd ask me. It really wasn't necessary to flip out, you crazy Program."

Cassie's expression turned from anger to surprise, then she looked annoyed. "Then get off me and let's do something!" She planted her foot on his stomach and kicked him off her.

Valor laughed on the floor for a while as his suit turned all black and his helmet slid on and over his face. Cassie stood up and rolled her eyes as she did the same to her attire.

She pressed her index finger to the front center of her mask as a gesture to keep quiet. Valor rolled his eyes. "I know the drill!" He said loudly.

"Shhhh!" Cassie hissed as she grabbed his wrist and pushed him out of the window of the apartment. She took a few steps back before she dove headfirst out of the window and landed on top of Valor at the bottom like a cushion.

"Oh, ow!" He complained as he rubbed his shoulder and stretched backwards. "I think I popped something!"

"Next time, be quieter." She said firmly as she stood up.

Valor sighed as he stood up. "Okay, let's go find something to hit or blow up. You appear to have a lot of anger and tension to release. I just wanna have some fun."

Cassie pretended to ignore his remark as she pulled a homemade bomb out of her pocket along with several other paint grenades and synched them to a remote detonator.

Valor was nagged at the back of his head regarding Cassie's attitude. Her violent tendencies exponentially got more extreme and she was starting to act a little jumpy since she couldn't do any training drills.

It was one of the things Evelyn told her was dangerous and needed to be controlled. That kind of ignorance could get anyone killed.

Or in serious trouble.

Valor didn't think much about it, but he was beginning to wonder if the lack of physical exercise was somehow taking its toll on her mental behavior.

Her changes were slow and gradual over the number of HiloCycles but no one seemed to notice any of her changes.

Well, that or no one bothered to bring it up in a conversation.

She handed Valor the detonator and put the bomb and grenades in her pocket. Then she set off towards Clu's major headquarters with determination.

Valor's eyes widened. "Uh, I don't think that's a good idea, Cassie. That building is heavily guarded and we could get killed."

Cassie stopped walking and spun around to face him. She looked thoughtful. "You're right…" She mumbled.

She turned around again and kept walking towards the headquarters. Valor sighed in frustration. "Hope you know what you're doing." He said.

"Oh, I do." She replied as she waved her hand over a random wall and a keypad appeared. She tapped in the code and opened up the hidden safe. There were two light sword batons inside.

Cassie clipped one to her belt and tossed Valor the other. "Give me your disk." She held out her hand.

Valor disconnected his disk without question and gave it to her so she could lock it up. "This won't take very long." She assured him as she slammed the safe shut and the keypad disappeared.

Then they arrived at Clu's main base. And that building was HUGE! It was also a surprise when they found the building wasn't as guarded as expected. Especially since the noisemaking group was well-known in the City now.

Cassie hooked up the giant bomb to the main entrance and set up the paint grenades all over the building. The duo then ran for cover before Valor took the honor to press the button on the detonator.

Then they both watched the fireworks happen from a safe distance. He simply enjoyed causing mischief once in a while but Cassie now seemed like an "insane adrenaline junkie" as Flynn would have put it.

She laughed with a big grin as a chunk of the lower building around the doors blew into debris. At the same time, the paint bombs did their part as the white graffiti spread all over the building with their signature words: "ISOS RISE."

But it was truly amazing and frightening to see how quickly how quickly the Guards assembled and spread out to find out who did it. And what made it even more terrifying is that they seemed to know exactly where they were.

"Uh oh," Valor said.

Cassie's eyes widened and she grabbed Valor's hand before they bolted to the nearest dark alley. What made the chase horrible for the ISOs as well were the fact the guards knew the streets and alleys much better than them because they haven't been in the City for several XilaCycles.

It was petrifying and annoying.

Everywhere they turned, guards were either right on their heels or were somewhere ahead to make them change direction and nearly run into another squad.

Soon enough, the couple were cornered in a dead-end alley and surrounded by at least thirty guards. Cassie quickly pulled out her lightsword and grinned wickedly. "I've been waiting to do something like this for HiloCycles now!" She shouted as she charged straight at the guards and-

They derezzed her.

Valor's breath caught in his throat and watched in horror as her entire body dissolved into tiny little cubes like she was nothing.

He gritted his teeth and clenched his baton so hard his hand hurt.

The guard that derezzed Cassie stepped forward with his disk ready to end Valor as well. "Surrender, Program." He stated. "And you will be shown mercy."

Valor squeezed his eyes shut to avoid shedding any tears. He was strong and would show that by not crying. Cassie wouldn't have cried for him, and that was okay.

He squeezed the baton one final time before he threw it over the guard's head in frustration before holding his hands up. He was an ISO; even if he didn't have his disk, he wouldn't lose his memories. He was as close to a User as any Program could get.

Several guards came forward and roughly pinned his hands behind his back. He may have look as though he'd given up, but he still had dignity.

One of the guards paused and looked at the one with the disk. "This one's a stray." He reported.

The other guard looked at Cassie's remains and pushed around the cubes with his foot, finding no disk in the pile. "They're both strays." He clarified.

"Perhaps they weren't the vandals." One guard suggested.

The guard put his disk away and walked up to Valor. He studied him for a moment. "Send him to The Games." He said.

Valor's eyes widened as they dragged him back to the headquarters he and Cassie blew up, where a recognizer was already waiting.

The sad thing was that he wouldn't have the time to mourn Cassie's death. It weighed him down like a sack of stones. He LET this happen to her. And now he was suffering his own punishment.

Evelyn was so going to kill him if he didn't die in the Games first.

This was so not good…

…

Trailer…

Ally sighed and leaned back on the couch. Beck automatically wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they both stared at the rest of their group through their masks.

"Are you sure this info is accurate?" Ally asked in a worried tone. "That's a lot of missing Programs. Sorry if I'm being paranoid, but for all we know, it could've been a setup from Clu to distract us."

Jay shook his head as he checked a data pad. "No, this is legit. About half of the missing Programs are ones we've contacted and haven't heard from in a while." He frowned. "This is really weird. What do you guys think is behind all this?"

Zoe clenched her jaw and she stared at the floor. "I don't know." She stood up. "But I'm going to find out."

Ace looked at her in surprise. "How?" He asked.

Zoe didn't look at anybody. "Because I'm going to disappear, too."

…

Courtney glanced around several times to make sure no one was around before she stepped out of the alley. She sighed. "I don't know how you managed to convince me to leave the cave again, Aurora. But if I'm caught by either Clu or my old friends, we're done for. I'll either be locked up or memory wiped again, or my own friends will put me on trial for treason."

"DON'T BE LIKE THAT. YOU CAN EASILY REDEEM YOURSELF IN TIME. YOU ALWAYS USED TO SAY THAT PATIENCE IS KEY." Aurora said.

Courtney smiled faintly. "Of course," She looked at the byte – her only companion and trustworthy one at that. "How do you always know how to encourage me?" She asked softly.

"IT'S WHAT COMPANIONS ARE FOR." Aurora stated matter of factly. "NOW COME ON! LET'S FIGURE OUT WHAT'S GOING ON."

…

Evelyn paced the room impatiently. "We need some serious help." She bit the inside of her cheek. "We're not getting out word fast enough! We need someone who can."

Beck nodded. "Yeah, someone who's close to the public, someone who can unite every rebellious Program."

Liz brightened up and snapped her fingers. "I know who to visit!" She exclaimed. "It's time to see an old pal of mine!"

"Who?" Ally inquired.

Liz grinned. "Zuse."

…

Jay's expression literally turned to shock. "What?!"

Emi panted for breath and nodded quickly. "It's true! I-I heard the name! In the arena…"

Paige's eyes widened. "We need to tell everyone else! Asap!"

Dallas started pacing. "Things are getting out of whack! The last thing we needed was a User to enter the Grid!"

"But this isn't just any User," Emi said pointedly. "This is the son of Flynn…"

…

"Lookout!" Ally shouted as she steered her light jet out of the way of the blasts.

Beck glanced behind him as he maneuvered, looking straight at the Program that was once his mentor. His sadness quickly turned to confusion, then to shock and surprise when he saw Rinzler pull up on his light jet and abort attacking the Users and ISO.

He watched Rinzler do a huge loop in midair, spin around, and steered himself straight at Clu. "I…fight for THE USERS!" He pushed the jet's speed to maximum and crashed squarely into Clu.

"NO!" Beck shouted as he watched both Programs plummet faster toward the sea. He quickly closed his jet back into a baton and dove after Clu and Rinzler.

"BECK!" Ally shouted from above.

…

Evelyn knocked away another black guard in the End of Line Club. "I can't believe Zuse double-crossed us!" She shouted. Her fierce expression from fighting immediately turned to surprise and confusion as she saw someone run towards Sam Flynn from behind. "Hey…is that Quorra?" She asked.

Dallas whirled around and grinned. "Hey! It is Quorra."

Evelyn side-glanced and gasped. "Dallas, look out!"

Dallas whirled around just in time to see a Black guard swing his disk at her neck.

…

Ally bowed her head in the trio's presence. The rest of her group followed her lead. "Flynn…it's been a while…" She said in a blank but respectful tone.

Flynn's son raised his eyebrows. "I have a mini model of you on my shelf! Dad used to tell me stories all the time!"

Ally turned puzzled when he mentioned mini models. "What?" She asked.

Beck said nothing under his mask but no doubt raised an eyebrow.

Flynn chuckled at Sam's remark and glanced towards the portal. His expression suddenly turned serious. "We don't have much time. We gotta hurry."

"We'll assist and accompany you all the way to the Portal." Ally offered. "If what your son says is possible. It would be very helpful to just delete Clu from the outside than have to bring him down from the inside. Then we could devote our efforts to fixing and restoring the Grid."

Flynn grinned. "It's really good to see you guys again!"

…

Ally gasped. "What do you mean you lost track of her?!" She demanded. "We have a tracking bug on her!"

Google frantically searched his screens. "I-I don't know! She just…disappeared off the maps."

Beck shook his head. "This isn't right. Something weird is going on." He glanced at Ally. "Pinpoint the last known location from the bug before she vanished. We're going after her."

"No you aren't." Evelyn said. "You're staying here."

"You're not the boss of us!" Ally snapped.

Evelyn didn't even blink an eye. "It's for your own good."

…

Initiating repurposing protocols… A monotone voice echoed throughout the room.

Ally's disk was unlatched from her back and rose above her head and she fully realized what they were doing. "Pfft!" She scoffed. "You can't repurpose a Special! It's impossible!" Ally smirked.

Clu didn't even flinch. Nothing changed – not even his amused expression, which was really bad for her. "Perhaps not before…but this one's different."

Ally's victorious smile died completely. "No…" She whispered.

"Oh, yes." Clu said, walking up to the tube so he was centimeters from the glass that separated them. "This was designed especially for YOU." He grinned. "I look forward to working with you."

It was Clu's turn to look triumphant. "Have a pleasant cycle." He said smoothly as he turned around and left the room, followed by the other Programs to leave her by herself.

She slumped into the side of the tube in defeat and rested her head against the glass. "No…" she whispered as she closed her eyes and felt the tears as her code started to leave her body.

Okay, I'll keep this one brief. I was lucky to update at this time - I've been superbusy and schoolwork isn't going to be letting up anytime soon. So expect some infrequent and slow updates for now. Sorry for the inconvenience. But hopefully a little trailer of the book will help make up for it.

Have a great cycle, Programs! TRON LIVES!