#rectified verse

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"If I never have to turn in a supply distribution report again, it will be too soon."

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TARKER: "How'd you get those bruises?"

"-- none of your business, agent." The rectified Admin's lips curled a little in a self-satisfied way. "Let's just say the other side got far worse than they gave."

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[Red] "Help me. Please."

                      "What could the little girl want of me?" The administrator seemed more amused than anything. "Have you finally gotten over your pride and come to ask for advice?" Ada had had a rather ... frustrating cycle, and baiting the ISO provided a much-needed source of amusement. "Or are you simply here to senselessly beg for more freedoms?"

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perfectdeletion replied to your post “27: What is their biggest regret?
 35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?
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// The woes of an overachiever. (And I mean that in a positive way, not by its usual negative connotations.) Would the rectified version be the same, worse, or would she be more "selfish" and allow herself to enjoy things more often?

// Rectified Ada is a thousand times more selfish than Ada usually is. That first sentence of the headcanon - "If she enjoys it, Ada rarely finds something a waste of time" - is true a thousand times over when she's wearing red.

Rectified Ada drops most of Ada's usual and, in her mind, superfluous functions, which leaves plenty of time for her ... hobbies. Said hobbies range from keeping up with the latest gossip in town to basic self-defense lessons to 'mentoring' the rectified ISO to finding new bedmates for the evening.

And the perfected Administrator never, ever, considers her own indulgences a bad thing. If it makes her happy, then she'll probably go for it; after all, she's completing her functions with brutal efficiency, so why shouldn't she have fun in her downtime?

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[Rectified] Red Sky at Morning _

The assignment had been unusual, but not too far out of line. The Occupation members were supposed to be keeping an eye on each other, so assigning them to look out for other members in particular wasn’t too farfetched. Ada hadn’t been part of the meeting to decide the new regulations, but she was high enough to understand the thought process behind it, and why no one was immune.

The Administrator had found herself paired with one of the Elite, which sat with her just fine. She didn’t want a millstone around her neck; she had things to do, and dragging a useless partner along would’ve driven her to distraction. Drezdan had proved an adequate companion; even Ada had come to appreciate his presence. Negotiations were far easier with the Elite hovering near her shoulder, and while she’d never thanked him, there was the occasional nod and held eye contact that she considered adequate. She was less helpful with his functions, except for the intimidation lent to her by her rank - the Elite rarely needed her particular brand of manipulation. Still, she’d made herself useful on one or two occasions, and so she hoped his reports (because there were always reports) were good.

They’d been working together for a dozen millicycles now, and since they had to spend their downtime together and Ada refused to let him in her apartment (not that she planned to confine herself there, companion or no), she’d dragged him to a club. It was on the shadier side of town, but not where they’d stand out too much. Ada knew which places were like that; it was her job to know places like that.

“Dance with me,” she said sharply, looking up at him through rectified red eyes. Her tone wasn’t a request so much as an order, and she stood sharply, leaving her drink on the table and holding out a hand to her companion. She waited until he met her eyes before smiling coyly, as though this was normal flirtation.

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"Tron Lives is nothing but the final gasp of a dying resistance movement. They feel the end coming, so they grasp at whatever they can. I wouldn't worry about it, if I was you."

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I have something very special in mind for you.

Quorra was the crown jewel of his rectified army, the last ISO, turned into a weapon. She was still imperfect in her deepest coding, of course; but for now, she was nothing more than a symbol. The final ISO, wearing red circuits --

How better to show CLU's power?

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"Dammit, Vira! If you de-rectify that ISO I'll tear you to bits myself!"

Vira stiffened, her eyes gleaming yellow. A thousand thoughts flashed through her mind, starting with how dare he, and ending in I’ll kill him first.

She turned slowly, stiffly, and bared her teeth in a smile.

"ǀ ωιƖƖ ησт ѕαу тнιѕ мσяє тнαη σηcє, gυαяɗ." She took a step towards him. "Ɯнαт ǀ ɗσ ιѕ му вυѕιηєѕѕ, αηɗ ιf уσυ ιηтєяfєяє σя тняєαтєη мє?" She laughed shortly, without humor. "Ƴσυ ωιƖƖ ησт ѕєє тнє ηєxт cуcƖє.”