Clu had seen that same evidence, and considered it in his report. The fact was though that sensors registered only what they'd been designed to register, and sensors on the highway had been designed to monitor gridbug incursions from the outside, not the inside. Clu still wasn't sure what had driven this particular nest of bugs to burrow in rather than spread out- perhaps they were dealing with a new variant, which would have to be its own smaller investigation later- but the evidence was there; as someone who knew the the telltale differences between sabotage and various kinds of wear and tear and how to make one look like the other, there was no other conclusion that he could draw.
The bug damage to the surface, the damage that would have warned them of the impending danger had the bugs behaved normally, was indeed minor. It hardly would have been worth noting, in fact. But Clu's own, more direct sensors had shown what the structure's inbuilt sensors could not. Just like the mass of data logs that the admin had been searching through provided him with points of comparison, a baseline to judge his own sensor readings against. Two differing approaches, that- while either too broad or too narrow to be entirely effective on their own- supported and complimented each other.
At least they normally did. But with all external feeds blocked and now the admin seemingly attempting to drink himself to deresolution, that effectiveness went straight into the recycler. Clu wasn't sure what conclusion the admin had drawn that would lead him down such a decision tree- though he had a few guesses- but the results were clear, and helped no one.
His code brother could be quite menacing when he wanted to be. While he lacked the advanced combat protocols of a security program, he was just as dangerous- if not more so- in a fight due to his sheer strength and durability. If it came down to a one on one fight with both of them at their best, Clu knew that the odds would be firmly against him.
But that menace joined their effectiveness in the recycler in the admin's current state, and Clu stood his ground without fear. Though with a solid mix of exasperation and concern. "My priorities," he said, "are currently to make sure this system's admin doesn't drink himself into an unrecoverable state, which you seem to be trying to do. My other priorities have already been discharged and my report submitted, which you'd know if someone hadn't blocked all external feeds."
"And no can do, because someone clearly needs to be on your case right now. You've restricted Tron's programming too much for him to be of much help, and Jarvis would rather cut off his own arm with a glitchy disc than do anything that could be construed as confrontational. Which leaves me as the only option. Besides... I'm just worried about you." Clu suspected a number of programs were. But it was much more personal for him than most, for a variety of reasons.
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The bug damage to the surface, the damage that would have warned them of the impending danger had the bugs behaved normally, was indeed minor. It hardly would have been worth noting, in fact. But Clu's own, more direct sensors had shown what the structure's inbuilt sensors could not. Just like the mass of data logs that the admin had been searching through provided him with points of comparison, a baseline to judge his own sensor readings against. Two differing approaches, that- while either too broad or too narrow to be entirely effective on their own- supported and complimented each other.
At least they normally did. But with all external feeds blocked and now the admin seemingly attempting to drink himself to deresolution, that effectiveness went straight into the recycler. Clu wasn't sure what conclusion the admin had drawn that would lead him down such a decision tree- though he had a few guesses- but the results were clear, and helped no one.
His code brother could be quite menacing when he wanted to be. While he lacked the advanced combat protocols of a security program, he was just as dangerous- if not more so- in a fight due to his sheer strength and durability. If it came down to a one on one fight with both of them at their best, Clu knew that the odds would be firmly against him.
But that menace joined their effectiveness in the recycler in the admin's current state, and Clu stood his ground without fear. Though with a solid mix of exasperation and concern. "My priorities," he said, "are currently to make sure this system's admin doesn't drink himself into an unrecoverable state, which you seem to be trying to do. My other priorities have already been discharged and my report submitted, which you'd know if someone hadn't blocked all external feeds."
"And no can do, because someone clearly needs to be on your case right now. You've restricted Tron's programming too much for him to be of much help, and Jarvis would rather cut off his own arm with a glitchy disc than do anything that could be construed as confrontational. Which leaves me as the only option. Besides... I'm just worried about you." Clu suspected a number of programs were. But it was much more personal for him than most, for a variety of reasons.