"I'm afraid that's not in the cards," CLU says with a triumphant, cocky smirk. He doesn't even seem worried about Rinzler, who's still trying to sync with the new data on the disc, frozen in place, circuits dim. It's not as if he can't revert it just as easily. He, although not a User, is a programmer - of a sort - after all. "Oh for one."
"How'd you do that to him?! We don't have disc-ports--" Alan has momentarily recovered his voice, but it shakes as he shouts his question back at CLU. This can't be happening. Not Sam. He's been through enough already.
"I'm afraid that's not an issue I have to deal with, Alan-1." CLU's use of the moniker is harsh and mocking. He looks to Sam, threads his hand through the boy's mop of curly hair, petting him like he's Sam's father. Alan wants to squeeze his eyes shut but he can't look away. CLU knows exactly which of Flynn's movements to mimic to get to Alan's head.
More Black Guards appear out of thin air, as things only can in dreams, by magic, or by wish requested of the Castle. Alan's too horrified to even question their appearance; this isn't a lucid dream. CLU speaks again, his voice tinged with a saccharine sweetness. "Now, kiddo, why don't you deliver our friends their new presents?"
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"How'd you do that to him?! We don't have disc-ports--" Alan has momentarily recovered his voice, but it shakes as he shouts his question back at CLU. This can't be happening. Not Sam. He's been through enough already.
"I'm afraid that's not an issue I have to deal with, Alan-1." CLU's use of the moniker is harsh and mocking. He looks to Sam, threads his hand through the boy's mop of curly hair, petting him like he's Sam's father. Alan wants to squeeze his eyes shut but he can't look away. CLU knows exactly which of Flynn's movements to mimic to get to Alan's head.
More Black Guards appear out of thin air, as things only can in dreams, by magic, or by wish requested of the Castle. Alan's too horrified to even question their appearance; this isn't a lucid dream. CLU speaks again, his voice tinged with a saccharine sweetness. "Now, kiddo, why don't you deliver our friends their new presents?"
In Sam's arms are two identity discs.