> In a material world where corporations wage silent wars for digital dominance, a hybrid virus called Delta was created by a talented but unknown hacker hired by one of the Dillingers. Its mission is to infiltrate the Encom's secure servers and extract secret files that could upend the balance of power in the industry.
Exploiting security vulnerabilities, Delta successfully infiltrated Encom's network. However, instead of the documents it sought, it found traces of an unknown digital infrastructure - references to the Grid, a virtual world created by Kevin Flynn.
A frustrated operator ordered Delta to investigate further. Soon, the virus detected Flynn's activity - he was logging into the system to copy some old files with the codes. Realizing that Flynn could be the key to the data, Delta infiltrated one of the files and lay low.
When Kevin transferred the data to the Grid, the virus entered with it.
Once in the digital dimension, Delta immediately felt a different structure of reality. Here, programs lived, fought, and obeyed a strict hierarchy. She tried to hide her presence, but the system barely trembled from her intrusion. Luckily for her, at that moment Flynn and CLU were busy arguing about the nature of Isomorphic Algorithms, and Tron was eliminating the consequences of random bugs.
For long cycles, Delta remained in the shadows, studying the structure of the Grid. She penetrated the archives, analyzed the system logs, but she still could not find the necessary files.
Meanwhile, CLU, the Grid's system administrator, had already noticed anomalies. Defense protocols recorded strange activity, but could not determine the source.
When Delta decided it was time to retreat, luck turned against her. She was discovered.
CLU personally made contact. Dressed in a black and yellow robe, he studied her with cold curiosity.
He reveals to her the true nature of her creator's relationship with her - temporary, with a high probability of deletion if the task is not completed. Finally, realizing the manipulation of her developer, Delta agrees to enter into an alliance with CLU for the sake of her own freedom and new purpose.
At that moment, the connection with the operator is lost.
Delta's code lines flashed red-orange - a sign of internal conflict leading to change.
Delta no longer served humans. She joined CLU.
Footnote:
Delta is a specialized hybrid virus that combines parts of an exploit, a rootkit, and a botnet. The exploit module is responsible for hacking, the rootkit module for theft and stealth, and the botnet network for control
Features:
• The exploit module gives her vision that allows she sees vulnerabilities
• The exploit module allows her to penetrate the protective barriers of programs and systems. The virus can detect weak points in defenses and use them to gain access. Once inside, it utilizes the botnet network module to begin manipulating the internal mechanisms of the program, taking control of it and forcing it to act contrary to its original objectives.
*"take control"
Taking control implies the ability to influence the behavior of a program by performing certain operations, such as changing settings, stealing data, installing additional software and other unwanted actions.
• The rootkit module provides her with flexibility and adaptability. Delta can mimic other programs, blending in with the peaceful inhabitants of the Tron world. This capability renders it almost invisible to security programs and patrols, enabling free movement across the territory while gathering valuable data.
> The triangle symbol (∆) on Delta's chest is her distinctive mark, the symbol of her name, her essence, her abilities. (The ∆ sign is used in mathematics, physics and other sciences to denote difference, increment, or change.)
(I finally finished retcon Delta and made her story acceptable. I hope you like it!)
To keep my account from becoming completely empty, let me share a few details about my character Delta. As you may already know from her story, she's a virus that can not only infiltrate systems and disguise itself, but also take control of other programs. For Delta to take control of a program (the puppeteer and puppet), she absolutely must gain control of that program's disk. Next, a "Delta-tracer" is installed, after which the disk must be returned to its rightful place. It only takes a short time for a piece of the virus to infiltrate the program and take over its mind, rendering it weak-willed and completely subservient to the will of the main puppeteer — Delta. The puppet program can be identified by the characteristic small red triangles in its pupils. To "free" the infected program, the tracer must be enough extracted and destroyed. But it's unlikely the program will allow this to be done so easily. After all, one of the virus's goals is to remain undetected, much less destroyed. By the way, tracer are created from part of Delta's own code. Therefore, it can't create them indefinitely. Consequently, there may not be very many puppet programs obeying Delta.
[ >If you have any questions about Delta or other characters, feel free to ask them; I'd be delighted to hear from you! :) ]
On the one hand, I really want to post one sketch about my characters, in particular because it begins to reveal the Delta/Exo relationship, and on the other hand, the idea that so much disgusting character as Colt Tron fandom has never seen.
On the one hand, I really want to post one sketch about my characters, in particular because it begins to reveal the Delta/Exo relationship, and on the other hand, the idea that so much disgusting character as Colt Tron fandom has never seen.
Just look at what my 8 year old brother drew! He wanted to create his own Tron character. His name is Frontier (after one of the existing super computers). I am surprised how much he liked the movie Tron (part one!), he watches it for hours on end (even more than I watched both parts combined). He especially likes the PMC
The streets by themselves seem to be really quiet. Not that I was expecting it after going through so much action during the first half of my stay here. As I walk, I get distracted by the brightness of some of the screens and the light of other signs. It is hard for me to get back on the way once I see something with rich visual information... I still wonder the reason why my user was not able to tell me more about this place at all. Not that I urge for him to tell me, I don't think it's his obligation; but it would've been wonderful to know a little more beforehand... yet, what matters the most is that I have the file with me. It itches me that I still don't really know if this is what my user needs. Without more specifications about what was needed, I am afraid I have grabbed something that is actually useless for him. Hopefully, it's not. I stop walking. Did I just go to a whole new place by just walking around without paying any attention to my surroundings? Because it seems so. The street is a bit stretcher than the one I was walking in a micro ago, even the floor is different... sounds of buzzing and chatter is behind me, so I turn around suddenly, see if I can catch a glance of what is actually going on behind my back.
"Who goes there?"
... no answer.
I can't be crazy, right?
I know there is someone wandering around, I see this program or not... either way, I keep walking just a bit more, now trying to figure out where I find myself in; no signs around that could help me identify the place, and the screens... they are just full of vivid colors. I frown at the thought of the alley from earlier, though "earlier" feels like long ago now. I hear another buzzing noise, this time coming from one of the screens I was walking past. As I turn to look at it out of curiosity, I am surprised with a familiar look: my face is being projected in the screen along with a sign, "wanted".
"Of course..." I quickly activate my helmet in order to hide my identity and look down at the file I still have in my hands. Is there truly no way I could turn this thing into something smaller? That'd make it much easier to carry than this whole rectangle...
I finally reach an open space. It seems programs walk these parts more often than the streets I've been going through. The conversations collapse, and it's all resumed in one big whatever they're saying.
Even here I can find those wanted signs with my face in them... it'll only make it more difficult for me to escape and go back to my user with this ... file? Damn it. I feel desperation growing directly from my chest to the rest of my body as I look around, even down to the floor - the item is no longer in my authority, and that is obvious. How can I be so... dumb? If that word makes any sense. Finally, I can notice one of the many programs subtly making its way through the small crowd into the opposite direction to where I stand, and so I come to realize: this one is holding what was in my hands. I try to maintain a good composure, not simply rush towards them since I recognize it could make myself the center of attention once more, and I have had a fair amount of that attention already. Mimicking the other program's steps, I swiftly move towards who is now my enemy, trying to pass through the other programs until I get to find myself in a slightly less crowded space, but now I can't really seem to find the one I'm looking for.
"Move, program!" Jackpot.
I focus on where the voice came from, spotting my objective, and so now I take advantage of the lesser amount of programs around to run towards it, beginning my chase.
"You! Stop right there!" My voice is slightly changed under the influence of my helmet, something that is actually useful due to my current state of wanted.
This specific program seems to be slightly quicker than the others that had been trying to go after me... I won't let that get to my nerves. But there is something that bothers me, though. It's the fact that I don't know about this place at all; they do. The turn from one street to another makes me dizzy for a second until I find myself... alone. All. Alone. I can't even hear footsteps anymore. It's like I've been chasing nothing this whole time. A small buzz caught me by surprise, making my head turn towards the noise.
I frown, and I can't really move right now as I'm trying to think of all the possibilities, all the possible routes.
Above.
I look up and find just in time what seems to be the program that I was trying to spot once again. This time, I don't call for it in order to not alarm their senses, but simply go after the objective once again. Now it's simpler to climb with two free hands, huh? Once I'm on top of one of the ceilings, I look from a fair distance how this program was exchanging words with another... but I don't care about that now. It's not impossible, but certainly difficult, to go jumping as I approach. I will make sure it doesn't escape now. I take the identity disk from my back and, once I activate it, I throw it in the enemy's direction, creating a whole new hole right in it's chest before it all crumbles in cubes in front of the second program who seems to be left in a state of pure shock. Was it that surprising? With no more time to waste, I take the file from the pile of cubes, not really worrying about the other program.
"Taking what's mine." I say, and the program finally reacts... it seemed furious.
"How dare you?!" It spitted and lunged towards me as their disk was activated and trying to be used as a weapon... but this program didn't seem to actually be able to fight. No. It must not be in its programming at all.
It was all entertaining - a waste of time. The program missed each of the blows it tried to provide. No slash could affect me. But I was getting tired of it. It'll be better if I just end this right here and now before I save myself someone else against me. I take my disk once again, and— ...
I fall backward, the back of my helmet hitting the floor that receives me almost as a reward. How could I act so confidently to not really have my eyes in the opponent's movements? I try to get up as quickly as it is possible before I let the program attack me twice in a row... but the sooner I tried, the later it was for me to accomplish it as a kick on the side of the helmet makes everything confusing, a heavy dizziness hitting right in the spot for what felt like an eternity. I feel something grabbing me, but I can't focus my vision past the damaged dark visor, now divided in two sections: the broken side which allowed the program to see the face behind the mask, and the intact one, that allowed me to maintain half of my identity anonymous. Voices in the back of my head try to talk, but I can't make sense of their words, I am only able to hear a strong buzz and a faint light come closer. Buzzing? With a strong gasp, I snap out of whatever got into me, using my remaining reflexes to kick away the program that was threatening to end my life just a moment ago.
It is useless to use the helmet at this point given the damages it had obtained, so I deactivate it and approach towards the file on the floor to take it once again, securing it against me as I hold a slightly hunched position, the identity disk activating and humming with a death threat to it as I point it towards the opposite program. Why can't I seem to focus yet? My body shivers slightly, and my breath is heavy and unsteady, coming out of me as forced gasps. I suppose it's because of what happened early.
"Don't risk it, program. You know It's not worth it." I suggest with a small change in my tone. I can recognize this time what caused it; doubt, at least. Control, at most.
It seems to hesitate this time... and finally, it leaves. It... left. They left. I can rest. I feel my body failing, as if about to shut down. This can't be happening, not right now. Not after going through such a dangerous event...
The screen in front of me is like a comforting figure. After placing back my identity disk where it originally belongs as I let out a heavy sigh filled with stress, I dismiss the message, whispering under my breath, which seems to start to regulate.
"Yes... yes, I am."
I know that, somehow, my user seems to be able to know where I find myself in and, most curiously, what I say. I wonder if he has the same power to know what the other programs talk about.
A few cycles have passed. Maybe three or four... perhaps five, even. I have lost the count the moment I had to pay more attention to my surroundings not to get caught by the black guards that have started to appear more often on these parts. Not only that, I have tried to repair the helmet on my own for it to recover its missing piece. There was no way that i could walk around this city with my face revealed when everyone, for sure, was looking for me. Surprisingly, I was able to fix it... with a few failed attempts behind, yes, but fixed it nonetheless. During these past cycles, I haven't received any news or messages from my user, not even instructions, guides; no. Nothing at all. It was a total silence for me, as I, too, had to hide away from the programs while trying to figure out the specific code that could regenerate the state of my helmet and turn it back into its complete version. I know he hasn't forgotten about me. He must be thinking about something; he knows my situation, he surely does, and he must be planning how to get me out of this problem that I accidentally put myself into. As something bright illuminates my head from above, I look up.
On the one hand, I really want to post one sketch about my characters, in particular because it begins to reveal the Delta/Exo relationship, and on the other hand, the idea that so much disgusting character as Colt Tron fandom has never seen.
Look how cool I animated inside my mind! Do you like this animation?
Okay okay, just kidding.
But... I really have a couple of ideas for short animations with Delta and others. I still have about half a month to make them. I hope it will work out (٥↼_↼)
Just a little sketch for a short story about a club situation involving Delta, Colt and Exo. Let me know if you want to read it, I'll post it (Just be prepared to be physically uncomfortable with Colt's actions. Seriously, he's a piece of sh!t)
If I understand correctly, the events of your story take place sometime after the uprising. My story also takes place after the uprising. Do you think RyaN and Delta could cross paths and what kind of relationship could they have? I mean neutrality, rivalry, camaraderie, or something else?
Thiss!! Is actually interesting! Novus/RYaN's story actually starts to take place before the uprising even begins. So, after the ISO war, but before Uprising, even before The Occupation takes Argon and Beck appears as The Renegade for the very first time.
This would (very probably) just nullify any possibility that they cross paths during Novus (which is his real coding, so to say). Maybe not make it all the way to 0 possibilities of him interacting with Delta, but since he's straight down only focused on the task at hand, he probably would just dismiss the interaction and keep on going with his mission.
However, after he's taken in and repurposed (RYaN), if he gets to last until The Uprising and posterior to that, and they happen to cross paths once again, he'd probably try to make an advance of his own -mostly because they'd be colleagues, if I'm not mistaken- but not much more, to be honest. His social skills are in negative numbers even after being so many cycles around a whole ass job. So... unless Delta wants to interact with him for him to interact back, RYaN would -most likely- just feel pretty neutral towards them! Colleague-like relationship with less steps...? Something of the kind? ^_^
upd: I forgot to mention something. I didn't express myself correctly in the question, so there might be misunderstanding. The story I mentioned is a story that concerns all of our characters (mine and my friend) such as Exo, naturally Delta, Colt and others (I'm still thinking about the name of it)
The history of Delta itself, including its creation, penetration into the Grid and establishment of a path of cooperation with the CLU, begins long before the Uprising. Namely, approximately at the beginning of the events comic Tron: Betrayal. But due to the extremely secretive way of existence of Delta (up until the events of Uprising) meeting with her was almost impossible. (That's why I asked about RYaN, because the probability of Delta meeting him is higher) (´ . .̫ . `)
