Stars are amazing. Once Yori finds the observation deck, she's pressed against the forcefields making observations as though she'd been permanently installed there.
In some ways the view reminds her of the sky of her home computer system in Encom, but it's stunning to think of this as what Users actually see, a place farther than Yori's own User has ever been, the place that inspired the original design of the Solar Sailer that she'd helped build and then stolen to help Tron.
The stars look small from here. As insignificant as computers must look from outside, and as deceptive. She wonders how many systems are sheltered near those distant suns.
Eventually she notices that someone's been watching the flow of the traffic, for the time being at a low ebb, and is therefore watching her with an unimpressed air. Yori quirks an embarrassed smile. "I suppose you're used to a view like this?"
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In some ways the view reminds her of the sky of her home computer system in Encom, but it's stunning to think of this as what Users actually see, a place farther than Yori's own User has ever been, the place that inspired the original design of the Solar Sailer that she'd helped build and then stolen to help Tron.
The stars look small from here. As insignificant as computers must look from outside, and as deceptive. She wonders how many systems are sheltered near those distant suns.
Eventually she notices that someone's been watching the flow of the traffic, for the time being at a low ebb, and is therefore watching her with an unimpressed air. Yori quirks an embarrassed smile. "I suppose you're used to a view like this?"