Clu absolutely dared the admin. True, it was seldom in so many words, but still, he challenged him. To be a better program. A better admin. The kind that their User would be proud of and the programs of the Grid deserved.
And yes, occasionally, to see who best drove a lightcycle backwards. Because sometimes you just needed that kind of data. For reasons. And there was only one way to get it.
Right now though, Clu was content to lay where he was. The medical bed helped significantly, but most everything still hurt. It was just rendered down to the sort of dull hurt that made one not want to move much, as opposed to feeling like someone had a shock staff jammed into his left arm and side. Enough to subdue even him, but not enough to rob him of his sense of humor or all of his natural charm.
Not that Gana was impressed by said charm. Or the admin's aborted denial. The slight smile didn't falter as she waited to see if he'd actually try and counter her. To claim, to the head recompiler of this facility, that he knew better than her what a healthy amount of downtime was for a program of his caliber. Or that he got said amount of downtime regularly when her in-built scanners could glitching well read his energy levels. The latter she couldn't do anything about at present, but tonight? Tonight he was in her domain. And if he wanted to stay there, he'd play by her rules.
She did quirk an eyebrow at the odd reflex, but as it was clearly harmless, she merely nodded. "I'll go make the arrangements then," she said. "It shouldn't take long." Her smile became more amused as the two code-brothers teased one another, but she merely turned and headed out of the room, leaving her two subordinates behind to monitor things.
Clu smirked at the admn's return teasing; it was equal parts cheeky and tired. "You know, normally I'd object to that, but at the moment, I'll give it to you."
He sighed and let his head settle back on the bed's headrest. The two other recompilers in the room seemed content to pay attention to their monitors, giving him and his code-brother as much privacy as was practical. And with the urgency of the admin's arrival now canceled, and Gana out of the room, this left an air of mild awkwardness between them. Or at least it seemed so to him. "...You really were worried about me, weren't you?", he finally said. The teasing had been put aside, replaced with something more thoughtful. "I mean I figured that you'd probly come down, but not in the middle of a downcycle. And definitely not the way you did." As much as he planned to tease his code-brother about it later, he really hadn't been prepared for him to come blazing in on a pointer in a panic like that. Like he expected Clu might derezz on him if he hadn't made it there right that instant.
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And yes, occasionally, to see who best drove a lightcycle backwards. Because sometimes you just needed that kind of data. For reasons. And there was only one way to get it.
Right now though, Clu was content to lay where he was. The medical bed helped significantly, but most everything still hurt. It was just rendered down to the sort of dull hurt that made one not want to move much, as opposed to feeling like someone had a shock staff jammed into his left arm and side. Enough to subdue even him, but not enough to rob him of his sense of humor or all of his natural charm.
Not that Gana was impressed by said charm. Or the admin's aborted denial. The slight smile didn't falter as she waited to see if he'd actually try and counter her. To claim, to the head recompiler of this facility, that he knew better than her what a healthy amount of downtime was for a program of his caliber. Or that he got said amount of downtime regularly when her in-built scanners could glitching well read his energy levels. The latter she couldn't do anything about at present, but tonight? Tonight he was in her domain. And if he wanted to stay there, he'd play by her rules.
She did quirk an eyebrow at the odd reflex, but as it was clearly harmless, she merely nodded. "I'll go make the arrangements then," she said. "It shouldn't take long." Her smile became more amused as the two code-brothers teased one another, but she merely turned and headed out of the room, leaving her two subordinates behind to monitor things.
Clu smirked at the admn's return teasing; it was equal parts cheeky and tired. "You know, normally I'd object to that, but at the moment, I'll give it to you."
He sighed and let his head settle back on the bed's headrest. The two other recompilers in the room seemed content to pay attention to their monitors, giving him and his code-brother as much privacy as was practical. And with the urgency of the admin's arrival now canceled, and Gana out of the room, this left an air of mild awkwardness between them. Or at least it seemed so to him. "...You really were worried about me, weren't you?", he finally said. The teasing had been put aside, replaced with something more thoughtful. "I mean I figured that you'd probly come down, but not in the middle of a downcycle. And definitely not the way you did." As much as he planned to tease his code-brother about it later, he really hadn't been prepared for him to come blazing in on a pointer in a panic like that. Like he expected Clu might derezz on him if he hadn't made it there right that instant.