Roz tilted her head, observing her captive with an unsympathetic, faceless gaze. Her helmet reflected the program’s soft, concerned face - and as well she should be worried. This particular Black Guard was as mechanical, logical, and perfected as the rectified soldiers came.
"Improbable," she answered bluntly. "Your disc will prove otherwise, Lyne." The name slipped from her electronic voice with stern coldness, and the fair skinned program tensed at the sound. The Black Guard stepped around her, and yanked from her back her own disc. Without even a pause, she brought the memories to life through the stored memory file. The images glowed beautifully, but what they revealed would doom Lyne to a terrible fate. The images were dropped and the disc was snapped back on to her back.
Roz moved in front of her again, and with an abrupt harshness, commanded to the sentry standing in waiting, “Games.” Lyne shook wildly in that moment, “No! I said I didn’t do it!! Someone tampered with my disc, please! Check the code! PLEASE!”
It was too late, and the soldier wouldn’t listen anyway. She had already boarded the ramp to the Rectifier, and it now raised to dock with its center hull. The sentry dropped a large, armored hand onto Lyne’s shoulder, and wrenched her back to force her in the direction of a different transport. The millicycles that awaited her would be treacherous, but the crowd she would please in her suffering against the competitive Guard would roar with applause. Such is the processes in CLU’s perfect system.
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