Grey_SW Requested: Flynn/Clu, acceptance
Time is a subjective experience, and none know it better than Kevin Flynn and his creation. Minutes into hours, hours into weeks, two decades into a thousand years of silence and dead air, bitter rage and crushing loneliness. But it’s the last split nanosecond that seems to go on the longest, stretching on into an eternity that dwarfs that miserable millennium into a unit of time barely measurable even in quantum terms—an eternity in which the two halves finally and forever fit together as they’re meant to, loved and accepted and whole.
