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It had been a long milicycle. Clu rested uncomfortably in his seat, having given up long ago on looking out over the city, trying to somehow staunch the fatigue and stress that was settled in his head and along his shoulders. It wasn't often he was irate -- far from it in most instances one would be expected to be upset. The current string of events that had been following him recently, though, was apparently stacking up on him, unecessary data retention being his biggest foe. So the Programmer sat, head leaned against what was supposed to be a comfortable chaise back, arms and legs spread in an ungainly sprawl. He had ordered solitude, whi

He had followed Clu closely after the preliminary games. One of the few where he got to sit back with his Programmer and watch the sometimes pitiful displays of other programs' grasp on combat. It was somewhere in between amusing, and a reminder of why he was Clu's best. Clu for the most part never complained about his everpresent shadow. Sure, at times, he would shoo Rinzler off for a moment alone or intentionally play games with the enforcer for his own amusement. Watching the silent, stalking program searching high and low for his Programmer while Clu was almost in plain sight never failed to amuse him. It was not one of those days for C

Creational Clu pretended like he didn't hear the whine of the light cycle's engine as it approached, the skid of tyres across gravel, and definitely pretended like he didn't hear the approaching rattle of Rinzler walking up behind him. His attention was firmly set on the beginnings of a structure before him, pale lines of green wire-frame "rebar" sprouting out of the ground, still unfinished. He had been working on the project during the few quiet moments he was able to escape the main city, letting himself focus on something else other than matters he did not want to dwell on. "So, you finally found me," the Programmer intoned neutrally, s