What to do about it was pretty evident to Clu, but at the same time, he could see why the admin hadn't picked up on it. Because Users forbid he admit aloud to anyone that he didn't have all the answers. That he had and could express emotions beyond anger and smug superiority. That he needed other programs and people for more than just the tasks they could perform. That he himself was... imperfect.
Which he suspected was the glitch in the whole thing. His code brother couldn't get his vocal functions to produce the necessary words, because doing so would be dangerously close to admitting his own imperfection. And if even he himself was imperfect, to him at least, it would be admitting to a failed directive; one of every program's greatest fears.
What the admin needed was a new definition of perfection. Or a definition at all really. Flynn's directives tended to be very broad based. On one hand, this could be a good thing, as it allowed his more flexible programs a greater degree of freedom to interpret their directives as they saw fit. But on the other, it could leave more rigid and structured programs like his code brother feeling lost and unmoored, leading to logic faults that multiplied exponentially as decision trees branched out from them.
The admin had at least managed to realize his own faulty logic, and was gradually working to correct it. But with such a tangled mess of decision trees, justifications, consequences, and regrets, it was slow going. Clu could only hope that his decision to get completely fragged would end up garnering a net positive.
And speaking of him being completely fragged, he wondered briefly if he should bring in a basin of some sort, just in case, as his code brother looked like he might bring up more partially processed red for a moment. Thankfully, that wasn't necessary, and he got the admin's disc undocked and safely on the charger with no issues aside from some vaguely comical motions of protest before his code brother quite realized what he was doing.
Derezzing the outfit though. Ah... yeah, he probably should have thought that reaction might be possible. Ordinarily such a brief touch wouldn't have done much, even there, but with the amount of charge coursing through the admin's systems, it wasn't too surprising. Though it did turn his expression somewhat awkward for the first time in their encounter.
Doing something more would probably be a bad idea. Overcharged interfacing nearly always was, in one way or another. And besides, it was... just a bit weird. There wasn't really anything taboo among programs about code-brothers interfacing, it was just very seldom done unless the programs in question were specifically designed for it. Largely because most code-brothers simply didn't have the sort of relationship that would even lend itself to the idea.
Of course, he and his younger code-brother were far from a normal case in any number of ways. But the fact remained that it was... an odd notion. And that now was probably an especially bad time to explore it, even if they wanted to.
Clu's expression shifted to a bit of a smile, though the awkwardness remained. He gently patted his code brother's upper arm, far enough down to avoid any of his larger circuit nodes. "You should... probably lay down and try to get some downtime," he said. "And I think you can take that from here. So I'll just leave you to it." Another slightly awkward pat on the admin's arm, and he straightened back up, turning to go.
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Which he suspected was the glitch in the whole thing. His code brother couldn't get his vocal functions to produce the necessary words, because doing so would be dangerously close to admitting his own imperfection. And if even he himself was imperfect, to him at least, it would be admitting to a failed directive; one of every program's greatest fears.
What the admin needed was a new definition of perfection. Or a definition at all really. Flynn's directives tended to be very broad based. On one hand, this could be a good thing, as it allowed his more flexible programs a greater degree of freedom to interpret their directives as they saw fit. But on the other, it could leave more rigid and structured programs like his code brother feeling lost and unmoored, leading to logic faults that multiplied exponentially as decision trees branched out from them.
The admin had at least managed to realize his own faulty logic, and was gradually working to correct it. But with such a tangled mess of decision trees, justifications, consequences, and regrets, it was slow going. Clu could only hope that his decision to get completely fragged would end up garnering a net positive.
And speaking of him being completely fragged, he wondered briefly if he should bring in a basin of some sort, just in case, as his code brother looked like he might bring up more partially processed red for a moment. Thankfully, that wasn't necessary, and he got the admin's disc undocked and safely on the charger with no issues aside from some vaguely comical motions of protest before his code brother quite realized what he was doing.
Derezzing the outfit though. Ah... yeah, he probably should have thought that reaction might be possible. Ordinarily such a brief touch wouldn't have done much, even there, but with the amount of charge coursing through the admin's systems, it wasn't too surprising. Though it did turn his expression somewhat awkward for the first time in their encounter.
Doing something more would probably be a bad idea. Overcharged interfacing nearly always was, in one way or another. And besides, it was... just a bit weird. There wasn't really anything taboo among programs about code-brothers interfacing, it was just very seldom done unless the programs in question were specifically designed for it. Largely because most code-brothers simply didn't have the sort of relationship that would even lend itself to the idea.
Of course, he and his younger code-brother were far from a normal case in any number of ways. But the fact remained that it was... an odd notion. And that now was probably an especially bad time to explore it, even if they wanted to.
Clu's expression shifted to a bit of a smile, though the awkwardness remained. He gently patted his code brother's upper arm, far enough down to avoid any of his larger circuit nodes. "You should... probably lay down and try to get some downtime," he said. "And I think you can take that from here. So I'll just leave you to it." Another slightly awkward pat on the admin's arm, and he straightened back up, turning to go.