Kevin Flynn watched as Tron battled the program known as Sark. The ship was nearing closer and closer to the spot where it would be disintegrated. He began to feel that all hope was lost. He then remembered that he had all access to the grid as a user. He configured the ship and the force field that was meant to destroy it was useless. However, the battle was still continuing down below. Back and forth, Tron and Sark battled and both of them deflected the discs they threw at each other. Then, with a streak of luck, Tron met his mark at the forehead of Sark critically injuring him. Kevin suddenly had hope that the battle was over. However, the battle was far from over.“I always knew your powers were weak sark”, said the MCP, “Here use my own”.Sark was reborn but larger in size from the power of the CPU. Kevin then realized that he had no other choice. He walked over to where the program, Yori, was standing.“I have to do this”, he said. “No, you can’t!”, said, Yori. “I love you”, said Kevin, and then he kissed her one final time. He looked down at the MCP below contemplating his idea. He then jumped, knowing it was time to do so, and landed inside the MCP. Suddenly the MCP froze and so did Sark. Tron threw one last shot at the frozen MCP, and suddenly everything went back to normal and the grid was saved. Kevin found that the fall was not as painful as he thought it would be. He was wondering in his head where he would end up, and suddenly he was transported back to the seat he sat in when he first entered the grid. He then heard the sound of a printer. He turned and grabbed what was printing. He finally had the proof he needed in order to regain control of his company again. A few days later, Flynn, now the head of his company, departed the helicopter he was riding in. His partners, Alan and Lora are walking up to him. “Greetings Programs!”, he says with a smile on his face. Things were beginning to look good in his life.
It had been 1 year since Kevin Flynn recovered his company back from Ed Dillinger. He was now the Chief Executive Officer of Encom Technologies and the Tron system itself. However, Kevin was beginning to see that the original grid had to be improved. As he sat in his office, he thought of what the grid could be if it was expanded and safer than before. He played around on his computer, trying to find the code that made the original grid possible. “Come on, I know you’re here somewhere”, said Kevin to himself. He spent several minutes searching for the source code before he could find it. He maximized the window and highlighted the entire code. He copied it, hoping that he could use it to make a better grid than the first. However, something happened that he did not expect: a line of code appeared on the screen he was looking at. It was from an unknown source and it read:
A new user has joined the system.
He was shocked, as the “user” who joined was no one he had seen before. He knew it wasn’t Ed Dillinger because his account had been terminated one year earlier. Suddenly another message appeared:
User has Priority One Access. User has all permissions.
“User has Priority One Access”, Said Flynn to himself. Right then and there he knew who this user was: Ed Dillinger. Then another final message appeared:
New User is attempting to erase Grid.
Allow? (Yes) (No)
Dillinger was trying to erase the grid. Flynn immediately clicked no but to no avail:
New User has used Priority One Access. Your account has been disabled. Grid will be terminated in 5 seconds.
Flynn was angry at what he was seeing. The original grid was being erased. He decided the best would be to quickly grab Tron’s and leave the system. He searched through the program codes.
He found the important program files.
He looked through hundreds of files.
He found the file of Alan Bradley. And he saw Tron’s Code.
He quickly copied the code and then a message appeared on his computer:
This system has been terminated. All codes have been backed up in a Priority One-User Only file.
Since he no longer had Priority One access, Flynn could not access the backed up files. However, since Flynn had retrieved the grid files, only the unimportant files would be backed up. This gave Flynn some comfort, but he was still agitated at the fact that the original grid had been removed. He meant to keep it stored somewhere so that the other programs could still live, but now they are gone. Flynn decided it was finally time to confront Dillinger in person. “Where are you going?”, Asked Lora, who was watching him leave. “Someone has deleted the grid”, said Flynn. “Is it Dillinger”, asked Lora. “I don’t know”, said Flynn, “But they had Priority One access. He grabbed his suitcase, went up the elevator, and boarded his helicopter. While riding, he realized that the color needed to be changed to fit the new style of grid he would design. Finally they arrived at the house of Dillinger. As he entered he realized something was different. Almost as if someone had passed away. He came into the kitchen where Ms. Dillinger was crying. “What’s wrong?”, he asked, “Where is Ed?”. “He’s gone”, said Ms Dillinger through tears. “He broke up?”, asked Flynn concerned. “No”, said Ms. Dillinger, crying, “He’s dead”. This was not what Flynn Expected at all. “I’m sorry”, he said. “It’s all your fault!”, said Ms. Dillinger angrily through tears, “You’ve caused him to lose his company and his life!”.“He stole my company!”, said Flynn, losing all of his compassion for her, “And he has deleted my advanced system!”. “Never mind you and your advanced system!”, said Ms. Dillinger, no longer crying, “Now leave this house, and let me and my child relax!”. Child? , wondered Flynn. He was the one who hacked into his system. He walked out, disappointed at the results of this visit. He then realized that the old grid no longer matters. It was time for a digital grid. A digital frontier.
As Flynn walked into the office, he thought of the world he could create. The type of buildings and jobs he would design. "Flynn", said Alan, "What is it?". "Oh", said Flynn coming out of his trance, "its nothing". "Where is the grid?", said Alan nervously. "It was deleted", said Flynn, "But I made a copy of the operating system". "Good", said Alan, "But who did it?". "It was Ed Dillinger", said Flynn sadly. He walked out of the room, desperate to end the conversation. Flynn thought and thought, but he couldn't think of a secure location. He walked out onto the office balcony. Then it hit him. The location he would use was his old arcade. Nobody went there anymore, so it would be an ideal location. He had a location. But where in the location? He paced back and forth. No ideas came to mind. He decided it was time to return to the old arcade. He walked back into the office, and went towards the elevator. "Where are going Flynn?", said Alan curiously from his office. "I'm going to the old arcade", said Flynn. "Why?', asked Alan. "For...uh...memories", lied Flynn. He went into the elevator, down to the 1st floor, and got in his car. On the way there, he thought of different spots for his work. He couldn't put it out in the open, it would look too suspicious. He couldn't risk the police finding out about this. He arrived at the arcade. It was no longer open, but it still looked like new. He got his keys and went inside. He looked everywhere, but nothing came to mind. He then saw something: there was a small crack in the floor. He went towards the crack and felt around. It felt like the perfect crack to fit a moving floor. He moved the TRON game cabinet aside, and watched as the cabinet moved the floor with it. He found the basement. He had no idea there was a basement, but evidently there was. He walked down the hallway and found another set of doors. They were locked. He looked down at his keys. There was one he never used before. He inserted the unused key into the slot, and the doors creaked open. Inside was a good sized room with plenty of space, and a small window grate at the top. It was perfect. Now all he needed was the equipment. But where to find it? Then he remembered how he originally got into the grid. He dialed Alan on the phone. "Alan", said Flynn. "Yes?", replied Alan. "Do you know where the EEL is?", asked Flynn. "The experimental laser?", replied Alan, "It is on the innovative technologies floor, in the old technologies section." "Great", replied Flynn. He hung the phone and knew just what to do. He was going to steal from his own company.