Tron: Uprising - 1x07 Price of Power
I didn’t realize how much I liked that headcanon until now. I can see it.
“And there. The compile is complete. Look at you, kiddo.” Flynn slapped his godson on the back. Job well-done and a new little Program in the world.
Jet looked up, blinking owlishly. No mistaking the kid for anyone but Lora’s - right down the the coke-bottle glasses prescription. “You helped, Uncle Kevin.”
“Well, yes. That’s because you’re still a little guy, and you’re still learning. Now, remember, be careful with him, okay. Programs need us and they need us to be kind to them. You want to give him a name?”
The kid scowled in concentration, shifting from a little Lora to a little Alan. He was silent for a good two minutes, looking over the compiled script. “Beck.”
“Beck, huh?” Flynn inwardly shrugged. He wasn’t sure how the kid came up with the name, but naming Programs wasn’t like naming a puppy. Beck it was. A little debugging script - nothing fancy by Flynn’s standards, but again, teaching his friend’s kid the basics, not coding up The Grid. So, they saved the new Program to a floppy and carefully put it in its paper sleeve.
Flynn looked up at the time. “Better get you home to your dad. We’re going to be a half-hour late already.” And, calculating Grid time, that was going to be over two days late for his next scheduled visit. Clu was probably going to be annoyed again.
“Uncle Kevin?”
“Yeah.”
“Can you put Beck on the Grid?”
“He’s your program, kiddo. Why would you want to put him there?”
A big Lora smile. “So my brother doesn’t get lonely!”
Oh, the logic of small kids. Maybe he shouldn’t have told Jet about Tron and Yori. He expected the kid to be excited, but he didn’t expect the leap in logic to “brother and sister.” Then again, if someone told him that he was related to Captain America or something, maybe he’d have the same reaction.
“Please, Uncle Kevin!”
Shit. He probably wasn’t going to get out of this one. And maybe he could stick the new script out in Argon or something. That sector needed to be populated anyway. “Okay, I’ll upload Beck.”
The kid grinned with delight. “Now remember what I told you about the Grid.”
“It’s a secret.” He made the gesture of a zipper over his mouth to mirror Flynn’s.
After dropping off the kid, Flynn picked up the floppy disc and sighed. “Another mouth to feed.”