#post tron

Notes for 05-13-1983

- I've come to the conclusion that I don't simply want some sort test-tube environment where I just study the computer world. I want to be able to make something that's never been done before. If Dillinger can make something as powerful as the MCP, what's to stop me from making something beneficial to the world?

- Programs have some sort of "inherent" intelligence, they can think and feel, in a way. It's so strange. I wonder what would happen if I just made a bunch of "blank-slates". Programs without any sort of purpose. Would they be similar to what I've seen before? What would it take to make a program act exactly like a human? If they don't have jobs or anyone giving them direct orders, what happens?

- I managed to get the laser to boot up. I spent months building the basement. I don't think anyone has seen it yet, aside from the guys who helped me lug it down here. It's all going to have to feed off a generator for now.

- I wonder if anybody at work is going to wonder why I decided to move the laser. I'm debating whether or not to tell Alan or Lora.

Flynn can't help but crack a smile.

    Flynn is almost taken aback by Alan's impression. "I do say 'man' a lot, don't I?" he laughed.

   He throws himself onto the couch, almost dropping his drink. "I can't wait for Tron to start running things, the way they it was intended to be . . . but I want things clear and open for . . . well, use. I might even get rid of the clearances entirely. The only real security should be around the laser . . ."

    Flynn stares off into the distance for a split second. He realizes Alan doesn't understand why the laser is important yet.

   "If you think you can convince the vets, go for it. Those are some of our best people, I don't wanna risk ticking them off."

Alan watched him closely. He didn’t seem to be...

Flynn laughs. "Hey, perks are perks."

Flynn freezes for a second and looks around. "Papers? Oh man, I'm sorry I forgot."

Flynn frantically starts pushing things around his desk, looking for the paperwork.

"Was this about the changes to the system. The whole security thing? Because I'm totally for it. The sooner we get an actual security program to oversee everything the better."

He picks up a stack of papers, glossing through the pages and signing left and right.

[Thank you! Wish I would have caught this earlier. Maybe there was a party and I was distracted, I’ll roll with that.]

Looking out over the balcony studying the fireworks, Flynn didn’t see Alan walk in. At the sound of Alan’s voice, he quickly spins around.

"Alan, hey! Happy new year man!" he shouts. "Hey, have one on me!" he says as he tosses a beer at Alan.