Sure, Alan was thrilled, felt as intrigued as his first day at Encom and everything.
And sure, Tron had always been very dear to him, but very soon, the only thing he saw staring back at him in unblinking devotion became a huge complication to the balance of his sanity.
"Perhaps it would be easier to just consider him your son?"
Alan left his pad to give his spouse a bland look, only getting a stifled chuckle in return.
"Or maybe not a child, but a brother? A twin?"
Alan held her glace for a moment and then sighed, laying the pad down on their blanket.
"It's ridiculous, I know it is!" Lora pushed her pillow higher and propelled herself on an elbow to clutch his hand.
"But he's—Tron is… Tron! He is not my son, and don't even get me begun about the twin thing. He is a program, no matter whose looks he has, he—he is my program." He sighted.
"Don't say anything," he pleaded.
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