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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[hasevolved]

Violet's become used to wandering through other people's dreams by this point, so she leans against a railing opposite Quorra, looking around the Grid in awe. It's really a cool place... like something from a sci-fi movie. Raising her eyebrows, impressed, she eventually notices the woman standing nearby.

"This where you live?" she asks casually.

[isomorphology]

Quorra looks over at the other woman with a slight tilt of her head. More strangers. Is there a new route open to the Grid?

"No." She shakes her head. "I never really lived in this city."

[hasevolved]

"Really?" Violet looks around again, trying to discern what sort of place it really was. Hard to tell, since it was dark, aside from the neon lights.

"But, you've been here before?" she persists, trying to make sense of it.

[isomorphology]

She nods. "Yes. Everyone on the Grid has been here at one point or another."

[hasevolved]

"The Grid?" Her eyes flit to their surroundings, and then back to Quorra. "That's this place, I guess. What is it? Some kind of... city, or...?"

Because honestly? She wasn't sure what to make of the place.

[isomorphology]

"This is TRON City. It's at the heart of the Grid." She explains with a gesture of her hand, pointing to the rest of the area. "How did you get here?"

[hasevolved]

TRON City. Doesn't ring a bell. Not that she expected to recognize it... like so many other places she's seen in dreams, this one doesn't exist in her own world. So weird. But, still.

"I fell asleep," Violet says, with a shrug. "That's how it works. Wandered here when I was dreaming."

[isomorphology]

"...You're dreaming too?" That makes her stop and turn to face the woman entirely. "You're in my dream."

[hasevolved]

Violet nods, a tiny smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth.

"Looks like it," she replies. "Is this the first time this has happened to you? 'Cause it happens a lot to me."