The Horrible Implications of the Tron Universe

Okay, so this isn't a short story, but this is the first thing I have written in a while. It was an idea that came to my head one night while pondering the universe.

So, to give a little background, just in case you don't know anything about the movie Tron (or Tron Legacy).

Tron is a fantasy/sci-fi Disney movie (though it isn't like many other Disney movies), where a programmer gets digitized into the electronic world, where he finds out that what can be presumed as the internet is an actual world, where every program is a "person" per say. This society is in a weird dictatorship format, where the leader makes some programs fight in in a series of games where they fight each other in a "to the death" format, where death is called "Derezz"

So, in this universe, every program is a person. But it isn't like they are some old video game character, where they only say one or two lines and have no personality. They think, feel, and do for themselves. Most programs have a fear of being derezzed, like a lot of humans are afraid of death. They also have very philosophical talks about the "users", which is if they believe the users exist. In their universe, the users are the humans that create the programs, but to the programs, they are their Gods. They debate if they even exist, and give their reasons of belief or non belief. So they are rational, sentient beings.

This is about all the background you need for this.

Okay, so assuming we are in the canon of this movie series, and that the world that is mentioned in the Tron series is in fact the internet, which is what the movies made me believe, then we are ready to move forward. I do have reasonable suspicion that this world is indeed the internet, because if you break it down, it makes sense. When you code a program, it becomes a program. This program becomes part of the Tron world. This coding has to be stored somewhere. So this coding can be transfered from wherever it is at, to a flash drive. Would it cease being a livable program? I hardly can believe it to be. So thus, this world is more then likely the internet.

So, the internet is this complex society, with programs (people) living their lives. We don't know too much about how the infrastructure of this society works, but we get some ideas in Tron: Legacy, since they end up going to a bar/dance/night club in the movie, so we can assume a few things from this; there is organizations set up, more then likely there is a lot more then just bars. Programs also like to have fun, which gives them more depth as people. They can discuss the metaphysical, fear the unknown, and want to have a good time. We don't know how this World is formed, but the internet somehow does it.

This begs the question; what about non-internet capable devices? What happens to the programs in them?

For this idea, I am going to use the example of a remote. A simple remote that controls the channels for a TV. Now, there probably is remotes out there that connect to the internet for God knows why. Technology is really unnecessary sometimes, so lets exclude those from this example.

A TV remote. Push a button, and it makes a change on your television. This device is a very simple one (in comparison to other electronics) and though it is useful, it has a very limited range of abilities. Though, we all can clearly agree that it requires electronic parts, which involves some kind of computer or computer like technology. That in combination with the TV, there has to be at least one program in either or, if my understanding of electronics is even somewhat sound. Even if my views of remotes are totally skewed and preposterous to someone knowledgeable on this topic, and all of it is accomplished through use of electrical currents or whatever other plausible means, please just go with me on this one. I do not have the apropos knowledge to make a better comparison, but for the sake of the whole thing, the remote works pretty well. Even if it is wrong, and uses no programs, all of you should still understand the idea. A remote has to at least use one program, if not a few different ones.

Another thing I must define. A program is coding that is made to have a specfic purpose. If I coded in any computer language something that says hi when I hit enter, that is still a program. It is basically coding that has an output of some sort, or some sort of active purpose other then things like basic HTML.

So, this remote does basic functions, and has no connection to the internet whatsoever. In the Tron universe, this remote is still a standalone society, world, or even universe. It has anywhere from a single solitary program, to maybe a dozen. I'll be generous and say around that much. They are stuck in what I can imagine being a very small space. If the internet is the world, how small would the area of a remote world be? A city? A building? A bedroom? Any of those is still crazy without many people. A dozen people in a city? A single, solitary person in a lone bedroom?  Whatever the scenario, it seems absolutely awful. It is like in the old cartoons, where you see a guy stranded on a little Island with a single coconut tree, and nothing around but water. Lets just continue with that idea. One program in a confined area.

Without a connection to the internet, we have a confined space. This single program, is in a confined space, with almost nothing to do.

To bring in more necessary  background, programs do not seem to age as well. In Tron: Legacy, Kevin Flynn (Jeff Bridges character) creates a program named C.L.U. CLU is in his likeness during the beginning of the movie (the past), and looks exactly like his young self when he creates him. When the present time of the movie kicks in, Kevin is much older, but when he meets CLU, he hasn't aged at all. With this knowledge, we can assume that programs do not age. It is possible that programs are immortal unless they get derezzed, or deleted by their creator.

Back to this lone program. This program is stuck in a very small space, for nearly an eternity. And this space isn't like Chuck E Cheese. I doubt the electronics in a remote are made in a way to give a great structure like the internet does a world in Tron. This whole scenario is comparable to the punishment of solitary confinement in prisons and other establishments. You are stuck in a room, by yourself, without any other human contact for an extended period of time. Just look into the topic; it is highly controversial. People go literally insane from being place in solitary confinement for too long. And by too long, I mean as little as a week or two, to possibly a month. It has horrible psychological ramifications on the person unlucky to be placed in such a situation.

This program, this human, is put into an extremely similar environment,  but instead, it is for an eternity. The implications of this are horrifying. I need not even go on to what this means for the psyche of the program. If there is any kind of progression, or change with programs, like how humans change, evolve, learn, etc etc, then this program is going to degrade into the most psychologically scarred thing in existence.

It gets worse from here. This whole scenario is just the case for one single remote. What about all the other hundreds of thousands, possibly millions of remotes elsewhere? That is millions of programs going through life long torture, and that is just one specific electronic. Every item that has rudimentary electronics and a small purpose get similar treatment. There are literally millions more of different types of electronics, with millions more of each specific one. Sure, each electronic device doesn't have to have such a severe case as solitary confinement, but even if it gets the best out of it all, there is still a very small group of programs in a small and limited space; for eternity.

These, are the horrible implications of the Tron universe.

Edit: So I showed this to a friend, and just to try and point out a possible counter-argument. He brought up that this solitary confinement area doesn't have to be bad. If they were a single program born into this kind of existence, they never would have any social interaction so they wouldn't know what they were missing.

I agree this is an interesting counter-idea, but I still think my idea doesn't get messed up by this. When a program is... well, programmed, into existence, it isn't just a social retard program with absolute no knowledge or skills. They come into existence as a fully-functional adult (so to speak). If each millions of programs came into existence with no social knowledge, society wouldn't be able to function. Each program wouldn't not be able to keep teaching all the new ones how to function. On a more technical standpoint, when you enter in coding, it isn't like all the other coding needs to adapt and better the coding to function. Assuming the coding got put in right, all the other coding will be fine. And why stop at social skills? If it doesn't have those when coming into existence, what's stopping anyone from saying they don't have the skills to walk, or sit, or grab, or anything of that nature? It doesn't seem likely that a program could be born and have all these normal skills that a fully functioning member of society would have except how to talk to other people.

With that in mind, these programs most likely come into existence as a full being. It is as if everything I was didn't exist (I never existed), but then I just came to be. I am who I am, which includes this social knowledge. I may not have had specific experience, but I still know enough of the concept, which knowing in concept is all it takes. To back that example of, I never have fallen in love, but I know enough about the concept to surely say that if I never fall in love, I am going to go crazy.

So, I still stand by that these programs will go crazy from the lack of social interaction from the massive amount of time they will spend alone.

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Like A Fantasy Story

(This is probably my favorite story I have written up until this point in my life. There are a few changes I want to make to it, but this is the original version, unedited/proofread =D)




      24 hours ago, I was a normal person, or at least as normal with someone like my life could be. Drunks for parents, rags for clothes, and anything that happened to me was either bad or just plain weird. Hell my parents named me Yellow. YELLOW! Who the fuck names their kid a color, especially yellow?
      Now, I have no idea where the fuck I am. It's cold, I'm pretty beaten up, and it has been a few days since I have eaten.
     Well I can't say a few days since the days here seem to last longer then 24 hours, or whatever the hell they use to measure time in this fucking place.
     24 hours ago, I had the same problems as everyone else, or at least as similar as problems I could have with someone like my life. Really don't have many friends. The ones that I do have are scummy. They'd ditch me for a bag of Doritos. I really have only one close friend, Jonas. At least his parents gave him a kind of normal name. Not fucking Yellow like my parents. What the hell were they on when they had me?
Being Yellow is the least of my problems. Now, my name could be Jehosifats McDouchenstein, it really doesn't matter. Now my life couldn't be stranger.
     24 hours ago, I was bored, and this time it was like a normal person. Jonas and I were walking through some forest that we never have been through. It was something to do. During the whole walk, we would make up tales of grandeur and epic heroism, involving us of course. Man how we wish our lives could be like that. Live a life like in a fantasy story. End up in some strange world, turns out your the chosen one and you have to save the world from some peril. You get stronger all the way, you overcome all your barriers from before and hell, you meet a princess or some shit like that and you both fall madly in love and have lots of wild, hot, passionate sex. You wish your life could be like that. Not this boring, uneventful life that you live now.
      Now I wish things would just return to normal... or as normal a life could be where you got pulled into a magical box and ended up in some strange ass world.
      I like to imagine Jonas freaked the fuck up. It gives me some solace, in a comedic yet sadistic way. Him just standing there, not believing what his eyes just witnessed, or not wanting to believe. Then all of a sudden, you here him say the one line "What the fuck!" Then afterwords for the next 10 minutes or so, he incoherently screams, now in a state of complete and utter panic. I also like to imagine how he would explain it to his parents. He tries to explain, pulls the trust card, and they just think that he is too big of a drugie, and send him to psychiatric therapy and rehab for the drugs. No one will believe him; no one will believe that his friend Yellow, a kid that no one really cares about in the first place, just opened up a strange box they found in the woods and got sucked into it. I wouldn't believe it under any other circumstances.
Still though, it's one of the few things I can think about and get a chuckle or two out of in this horrid place. I actually think it is snowing now, but hell, I have no idea, because the snow is purple. Kind of weird actually. A bit of yellow in a sea of purple.
I really don't wish anything bad onto Jonas. I hope what I think about in my head won't or hasn't really happen. Time is another thing I can't get in this place, especially in comparison to another world, or universe or fuckiverse. I just don't know. He was a great friend, one of the few I actually had. Though I am not sure I would go as far as saying I would wish this whole fate that I am in onto myself before I let it get to anyone else. This place fucking sucks.
     So, back to the story. 24 hours ago, we were walking through the woods, wishing our lives could be like a fantasy story, and all of sudden, I trip. Jonas laughs, and I laugh a little at myself. I get myself up and brush myself off and I look at what I tripped on, and there the fucking box was. Well it's not even really a box. A jewelry box at most, but it was fancy as all hell. It's like a chest you would find in a rich person's house in the 1800'ds that contained all the misses gold shit. My friend and I both think the same thing, "AWESOME!" We figure something awesome or valuable could be in it. Maybe we could get the fantasy life we so desire, or maybe just a little more cash. The thing is though, he couldn't open it. There was no key or anything, just a little button that opened up a latch. The button wouldn't budge.
     Of course he is discouraged, but I wasn't going to pass up a try. The second I push the button the latch opens. I laugh at him and mock his manliness for a second, then jokingly he said "Hey, maybe you were destined to open that box. Maybe you are the chosen one." "Yeah I wish" was my ignorant reply. Fuck, if I only knew what the hell was about to happen, my words probably would have been somewhere around "FUCK THE CHOSEN ONE, I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH ALL THAT SHIT!"
     I open the box, and in there was this beautiful necklace. It was a golden chain, and the center piece was a shiny, golden amulet thingy. This thing, if it had monetary value in our world, had to be worth at least a few grand, if not a lot more. I stare deeply in to the amulet, mesmerized. I see my reflection, and I get lost into space (no pun intended) All my friend could say is "You lucky bastard." Yeah, lucky alright. He didn't get mugged and get his clothes taken by bandits in the middle of a fucking purple storm.
All of a sudden, I start to shake, or everything else started to shake, it was really all a blur. When your molecular structure starts to morph and your body starts defying all the known laws of physics and nature, you tend not to know what the hell is going on. I get sucked into the box with the amulet, and I went to flying through space.
         Oh, by flying through space, I mean flying through a region that looked like a rainbow threw up everywhere. I swear, it was the most colorful thing in existence. It seems like a hippies dream, or nightmare, I am not quite sure.
I end up in some village. I am just going to sum it up, because it really isn't worth explaining. The elders think I am some kind of oracle (notice how I said think. For all they or I know, I just got fucked over and I am just Yellow, a nobody.) and I need to deliver the amulet I had to this temple in a mountain that is protected by a dragon. At first I am excited. I am shitting my pants with joy. Finally some action. I get to be a hero.
Well it seems that all the fantasy stories you read and watch in movies are the best of worlds. I got the ghettos of fantasy worlds. They don't give me a weapon, or a vehicle or even a horse. I get some clothes to keep me warm (hah), a bag to carry enough food, and a map. Too bad that all got stolen.
    First off, you think you wouldn't mind all the walking you have to do, but oh god no. It took forever. Like 5 days, or hell, quests. I think I have the right to define the things in this world to my will since I have no idea what anything is. They never even told me the name of anything. I am sincerely clueless.
     It wasn't snowing purple in the beginning. It was cold, but bearable. Then after halfway, the purple snow just came down. I think it is actually colder then normal snow, but I keep telling myself that this will get better, and I trudge on. Well I get near the place, and some fucking bandits come out of nowhere. I panic and fall to the ground (which I drop my amulet in the snow, so they never end up stealing it) and they don't even ask me what I have or anything. They just hold me down, take everything, kick the shit out of me, then leave me to freeze in the snow. HOW IS THIS MAKING ME STRONGER?! I have not learned how to fight, or anything. This fucking blows.
     I get to the mountain where the temple is, or at least I think it is the mountain. They stole my map. Well anyway, the mountain is so steep, there is no way to climb it. I have no rope, there is no back way, no flying carpets or teleporters. Nothing. I am truly fucked. So I found some little crevice where there was little snow, and I am currently trying to conserve as much heat as I can while I think of what in the world I have to go next.
     24 hours ago, I had a boring life. Now I wish I still had that boring life.
     Let me tell you, whenever you think life is boring and you wish it would be more adventurous, just slap yourself in the face and move on, because odds are your life is better then mine now. Your boring life is the fantasy story that I wish I could have now, because you're not freezing your balls off in snow. Your Yellow balls in purple snow.