5 - Tron: Legacy Cold worked its way between every line of him, every bit, making every process and subprocess run faster. He felt the change in energy state, felt the wavelength of his circuits run pale. He waited to derezz, waited for the Sea of Simulation to unmake him, to do with him as it did to everything that fell into it. To sublime him as quantum foam on its surface.
He fell a long time in the cold and dark. No one knew what happened this deep, maybe not even Flynn. The pressure forced the pain of reversion/revision into a hard, bright core in his center. He couldn’t move, lost consciousness of everything but the pain. He fell for so long he forgot he had ever been in a state other than falling.
The bottom was rippled with possibility silt. Except for the pain, everything was dark and heavy. This static half-consciousness was as much as he deserved. Megacycles might pass and he would lie here, unable to derezz, unable to rise, unable to scream as the pain intensified.
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Light came in a gradual way, like the dawn he had heard described but had never seen. Small things around him glowed. Larger things above him swayed as if dancing to a very slow music he couldn’t hear. He felt different, but could neither qualify the difference nor remember what pervious condition he was comparing his current state to. I am a new thing, he thought. A new…program.
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Date: 2011-09-09 03:24 am (UTC)Cold worked its way between every line of him, every bit, making every process and subprocess run faster. He felt the change in energy state, felt the wavelength of his circuits run pale. He waited to derezz, waited for the Sea of Simulation to unmake him, to do with him as it did to everything that fell into it. To sublime him as quantum foam on its surface.
He fell a long time in the cold and dark. No one knew what happened this deep, maybe not even Flynn. The pressure forced the pain of reversion/revision into a hard, bright core in his center. He couldn’t move, lost consciousness of everything but the pain. He fell for so long he forgot he had ever been in a state other than falling.
The bottom was rippled with possibility silt. Except for the pain, everything was dark and heavy. This static half-consciousness was as much as he deserved. Megacycles might pass and he would lie here, unable to derezz, unable to rise, unable to scream as the pain intensified.
Light came in a gradual way, like the dawn he had heard described but had never seen. Small things around him glowed. Larger things above him swayed as if dancing to a very slow music he couldn’t hear. He felt different, but could neither qualify the difference nor remember what pervious condition he was comparing his current state to. I am a new thing, he thought. A new…program.