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.

Comments

[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.