The Story is slowly being written, imcomplete.

She sat at her work space, or rather her personal office. (A strange concept still even after 100 cycles of using it. She was still was use to the crowded 'open air' office she had to share with her partner, her many co-workers, and their partners and that was for over 500 cycles.) Going over the high and top level grade D.S.M (Data Sector Misplacement) reports, deciding whom is best suited to investigate them.

She sighs in slight disappointment and irritation as she places the last D.S.M report on top the pile in the 'to be recycled' ben on the corner of her desk. None of the incidents in the reports were in need of her skill level. Not that there should be any problems now. The New Grid is running smoothly. Which is why she is disappointed and irritated, she is a do-er not a sitter at least not for long extended points of time.

She signs again before getting up from her seat and stretching. Glancing at her desk, everything is in order. Reports read and put in their proper place, assignments were sent out via her kiosk on her desk, and she wouldn't get any new reports until another .099 milli-cycle.

So she has enough time to go for a walk and maybe grab a quick bite to eat. She is use to running about the place fixing problems left and right. Issues that usually arise due to her previous user, and current one, as they experiment and play around with the data. Sometimes creating marvelous things and other times creating disasters. With her and her department cleaning up after them. Now Being the head of defragging department is not a position that she thought she would have let alone have a chance for before the creation of the New Grid.

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Solutions and all of her 'siblings' had gathered at the appointed place right on time, as it was their nature to do so. She carelessly glanced over the seemly sea of programs. Only she, her unit, and a couple of other units are actually dwell in Tron City. The rest are based in the other many cities on the Grid. Why was the event being held in Tron City, was anyone's guess. Thou Solutions might make a skillful guess by saying it could because of Flynn's Arcade placement in said city.

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Solutions and her 'siblings' were advance programs when they were created. Created by the User Flynn for one purpose, maintaining and correcting/fixing misplaced date for the entire Grid. They did their job well. A little too well. Thou the system was running faster and more smoothly then ever, it soon became apparent that there was an hitch about the Defraggers. Due to the advance mature of their coding they are difficult for the average program to interact with.

A slight oversight on User Flynn's part.

The complains and spats between the programs were getting a little out of hand. Causing Flynn to intervene with a odd patch. Instead of going in their coding and either editing or adding the needed codes to make them friendlier, he created new programs to act as mediators. It worked. They were friendly and easy to interact with. He personally paired the new betas to each Defragger. (For some reason, which confused the defragging programs, he had given the new programs the basic name of 'Padawan' and looked thoroughly amused every time the name is mentioned.)

However, as time progressed, as more and more programs begin to use the unit's talents, that something was amiss with the new programs. Small glitches that were once ignored being mistaken for new program quarks became apparent that they are anything but. They were rush jobs, quick-fixes, and were unfortunately showing it.

The User Flynn made another oversight. Much to the shock and concern of the programs. It was so unlike the User to make so many mistakes in a short amount of time.

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It seems that she was last of her unit to receive her 'mediator' from Flynn. Typical. For whatever the reason, the user has developed a fondness of annoying her. Distracting her from her work never fails to cause a scowl to appear on her face. Like now. She continued to grimace even when Flynn finally showed up grinning like the moron that he is with, what she guesses to be, her mediator. She crossed her arms and glowered at Flynn, plainly ignoring the new beta. She felt a tick develop near her eye as the User continue to smile painfully bright at her. if she narrows her eyes any more, she might as well close them at this point. She was startled from her irk but a sudden movement from the corner of her eye. She turns her head swiftly.

....to be continued later

Originally coded by: dreamsky
Overlay by: Aperture
Edited by: SerenitySy
Story by: SerenitySy