There's a persistent rumor among the station organics that Sacrosanct's elevators are psychic.
Clu knows better. There's no such thing--at least, outside of the slight extra-sense between Programs and their Users, and that takes years to develop. Elevators cannot make decisions on their own, and they do not predict the future.
So when he bolts onto the 316 in R-Zone 06, (it's running a half-second off schedule, as usual), he doesn't realize he's not alone until the doors hiss shut.
In all fairness, Anon is great at being selectively invisible--almost better at it than his predecessor. Definitely better at it than Clu.
"Hey," he says, and it comes out like an awkward cough, because things are still a little weird between them--have been since certain Events in chapter seven. It couldn't be helped! Dramas had dramatic conventions, and Gregory's assets just weren't to their best advantage in a dress...
Anon kind of stiffens, all over, and gives him a compulsory headtilt of acknowledgement.
Yeah. They'd pretty much. Both rather be anywhere else.
"So. Ah." Just making small talk, just to pass the time, and it has to be a trick of his processors; there's no way the elevator is actually slowing down. "How are--how are things?"
Anon can facepalm, vividly, while standing completely still.
"That good, huh?"
He's almost sure there was a shade of grudging amusement in Anon's ensuing shrug.
So. Things are going about as well as they can, and the seventeenth floor is moments away when the lights flicker and something grinds, just above their heads, and the elevator crawls to a stop.
Perversely, the sound system is fine.
"Oh, great." He lets out a sigh, leans on the wall; it'll take at least half an hour for the repair drones to arrive. "Hey, how much Toni Braxton d'you figure it can--"
Wait, wait, he knows this one. That's. Not. Toni. Braxton.
...Oh, Users, no.
On that day, Clu acquired proof-positive of two things:
Anon can and will perform eyerolls with his entire body--
And Sacrosanct's elevators, whether psychic or merely sadistic, they know not what they do.
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Anon and Clu, 6 - Michael Jackson - I Just Can't Stop Lovin' You
There's a persistent rumor among the station organics that Sacrosanct's elevators are psychic.
Clu knows better. There's no such thing--at least, outside of the slight extra-sense between Programs and their Users, and that takes years to develop. Elevators cannot make decisions on their own, and they do not predict the future.
So when he bolts onto the 316 in R-Zone 06, (it's running a half-second off schedule, as usual), he doesn't realize he's not alone until the doors hiss shut.
In all fairness, Anon is great at being selectively invisible--almost better at it than his predecessor. Definitely better at it than Clu.
"Hey," he says, and it comes out like an awkward cough, because things are still a little weird between them--have been since certain Events in chapter seven. It couldn't be helped! Dramas had dramatic conventions, and Gregory's assets just weren't to their best advantage in a dress...
Anon kind of stiffens, all over, and gives him a compulsory headtilt of acknowledgement.
Yeah. They'd pretty much. Both rather be anywhere else.
"So. Ah." Just making small talk, just to pass the time, and it has to be a trick of his processors; there's no way the elevator is actually slowing down. "How are--how are things?"
Anon can facepalm, vividly, while standing completely still.
"That good, huh?"
He's almost sure there was a shade of grudging amusement in Anon's ensuing shrug.
So. Things are going about as well as they can, and the seventeenth floor is moments away when the lights flicker and something grinds, just above their heads, and the elevator crawls to a stop.
Perversely, the sound system is fine.
"Oh, great." He lets out a sigh, leans on the wall; it'll take at least half an hour for the repair drones to arrive. "Hey, how much Toni Braxton d'you figure it can--"
Wait, wait, he knows this one. That's. Not. Toni. Braxton.
...Oh, Users, no.
On that day, Clu acquired proof-positive of two things:
Anon can and will perform eyerolls with his entire body--
And Sacrosanct's elevators, whether psychic or merely sadistic, they know not what they do.