001 __ ( THE GRID )

[isomorphology]

The Grid looks the same day after day, cycle after cycle. Sleek black roads and buildings with glowing lines of energy to decorate them. TRON City is at the heart of the Grid. The skyline doesn't quite go on forever, broken up by the mountains of the Outlands. To the far distance is the Portal - the way out of the Grid. Only one person ever used it: Kevin Flynn. The Creator. Then, his son, Sam Flynn.

Quorra is standing in the roads of the city, looking up at the rain that seems to always fall. She's out of the Grid now. Free to explore the User world. In her dreams, she always returns to the city. She can't tell if it's before or after CLU took over, but it's always empty. Alone in a ghost city. Maybe it's because she's the only remaining ISO.

She sighs and leans against one of the railings of the road.

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[nohometown]

Sephiroth finds this empty, vast place intriguing. It's like nowhere he's seen before, and he's used to busy cities. The empty places he knows are small, out of the way, and usually when he'd passed through them, it was with troops. He doesn't often travel alone, even though he keeps himself apart.

She is the only person he finds here, and so it's to her that he turns to ask, "What is this place?"

[isomorphology]

Quorra stands and looks up at him. Another person has found their way here - to the Grid. How did this keep happening?

"The Grid."

[nohometown]

That doesn't tell him a great deal. "A fitting name." There is a gridlike quality to the lines of light he sees here. For a moment, he is reminded slightly of Midgar, but perhaps it's just something about the atmosphere. The architecture is luminous and unfamiliar overall.

"Do you live here?"

[isomorphology]

She smiles a bit at it. It is fitting, even if the city they are in TRON City.

"I used to."

[nohometown]

"But no longer? I've never seen anywhere quite like this before." He gazes up at the dark sky, thoughtfully. "Such an empty city. Is it always so quiet here?"

[isomorphology]

A brief nod. "I moved to the Outlands. It was ... safer." Then she shakes her head. "There's supposed to be people here. A lot of them."

[nohometown]

"The Outlands? All these names and places are strange to me." Intriguing, but strange. The idea of a city that should be lively being silenced is not a particularly pleasant one. War, disease, famine: these are things he associates with a sudden absence of population. Yet he sees no signs of any in this place. "What kind of people are they? And if they are not here, where are they now?"

[isomorphology]

She's surprised to hear that. If he's never been to the Grid before, then nothing would be familiar at all.

"Like me. Programs." Quorra holds her arms out to show off the suit with circuits on it; glowing and casting light everywhere.