allronix:

astercontrol:

One of the exercises my pattern recognition loves, for some reason, is to take widely accepted ideas in fandom, things that are basically considered obvious from canon, and figure out ways that the truth could actually be something else.

This is an obnoxious thing to do, sometimes.

I get annoyed at my pattern recognition routines for this.

Especially when I don’t even have any particular reason to want the new interpretation.

And especially when (like a lot of my sudden weird inspirations) it happens in the middle of the night.

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But it is difficult to fight against.

Because whenever there is “proof” that something isn’t true in canon, a creative enough mind will find ways around it.

And I am especially irritated with my Recognizer… (I think that’s what I’m going to call it from now on– Recognizer, an annoying little Pattern Recognizer that buzzes around my head like a tireless insect, looking for puzzles to solve that absolutely nobody needs solved)…

…for becoming fixated, lately, on the question:

What is it, exactly, that makes TRON 2.0 incompatible with Legacy?

(Thank goodness the Recognizer isn’t trying to take the comics into account… yet, at least. If I had to watch it try to reconcile Betrayal and Ghost in the Machine with the other canon and with each other, I’d probably eat my computer.)

Anyway. So far I’ve got:

  1. The structure of ENCOM. I need to look more closely through all those emails from 2.0… they show the power balance of the company changing in ways that seem to diverge from what we see at the beginning of Legacy. (At least Flynn seems to have disappeared in both? Though the times may not line up.)
  1. Alan’s family. In 2.0, Lora is apparently dead from a digitization accident, and she and Alan have a son. Neither of these were mentioned in Legacy (although lack of mention isn’t proof in itself). Also I believe Lora appears, alive, in some of the supplemental Legacy material.
  1. And, of course, possibly the biggest obstacle: In 2.0, Alan is aware of the world inside the computer.

(And this line of speculation, I think, is really what my Recognizer is focusing on.

See, I don’t think it even cares all that much about reconciling 2.0 into the canon. I think it mainly just wants to believe there were some early days when Flynn and Alan and Lora and Roy had fun together exploring the world inside Encom and meeting their programs.

If it were a rational being, it would just make up an AU for this.

But it is not a rational being. It’s a deranged pattern recognition subroutine, and its entire obnoxious goal in life is to find or force connections between things, until it can figure out a way everything makes SENSE together.

Sometimes the most nonsensical thing you can possibly do is try to make everything make sense, Recognizer.)




But… all this notwithstanding, there are probably still some hangups for my Recognizer to deal with.

The one it’s gotten stuck on now– perhaps even stuck enough to let me go back to sleep– is in the Next Day short.

Specifically, the very end, when Alan and Roy are alone together.

Everything up to that, the Recognizer can disregard any statements it doesn’t like, because they could have been lies or omissions for the benefit of the public.

But assuming Roy and Alan both have been inside the computer– as the Recognizer stubbornly wants to believe– they don’t have any reason to lie about it to each other.

So Roy’s very last line– “Why do you think Flynn gave you the cool nickname?” makes no sense, if they’ve both met their programs and know they were named after them.

But honestly… nothing about that last line makes sense, in any interpretation.

Namely:

So…. shut up, Recognizer.

Stay stuck.

For now, at least.

I have to fudge details to reconcile the two - and yes, there are fanfics about this.


The Lora-Ma3a issue: I keep Lora’s accident, but I downgrade it from fatality to injury. The kind of injury that leaves lifelong effects. Really, it’s because she could kinda be re-compiled, but the process wasn’t perfect.

Who Flynn told? Well, Flynn told Alan and Roy, but he was more than a bit intoxicated at the time (calling them by their Programs’ names by accident and backpedaling by treating it like a nickname), and Alan didn’t really buy the fantastic story about worlds inside the machine. He figured Flynn was a little more buzzed than he actually was. It was only after getting in and the misadventure with Jet that showed that Flynn wasn’t speaking in metaphor or rambling.

The correction algorithms - When Master Control crashed, it took the whole batch of correction algorithms with it…but Flynn had already been uploaded. His pattern was cached! That meant that he was the only one would could go in and out without ending up like Thorne.

The Grid was designed, in part, to rebuild those algorithms, so others could see this new world. It was faster to do that building from inside, and the Isos definitely put in a lot of input. The Isos were also the result of Flynn testing the laser on organic matter; mostly things salvaged from the arcade trash can. The organic sludge that resulted wound up in the Simulation Sea, and the combination of junk code and human DNA fused into Isos.

Flynn had just cracked the algorithms in 1989 and was about to do the final test. Clu realized it was now or never to put a stop to Flynn and launched the coup. Clu had some “friends on the other side” with Fcon. Flynn’s phone line to the pager meant the Grid was almost, but not entirely isolated.

Fcon agents stole the computer and notes that Flynn kept in his apartment after Flynn was declared missing on Clu’s information.

After the Fcon incident with Jet, Alan’s brain and scheming went into overdrive. He now had the last piece of the puzzle and was convinced that Flynn had been to that world and got trapped. But he also wanted to let Sam know. Then the pager went off and that confirmed it.

Alan waited for after the yearly stunt to approach Sam. He was going to need help and the plan was to go to the arcade together and investigate. But Sam…well, Sam jumped the proverbial gun.