収束ゾーンでのライフ: Life in the Convergence Zone

It's December 2025, Thanksgiving has happened, and I don't know where my brain is right now. I keep trying to post, and just drawing a blank. This isn't a bad thing necessarily, because as of this moment I have written more fanfic in the past two weeks (for Tron, of course) than I have over the past twelve years.

I might need a Beta.

Tron being a thing again has hard-reset my brain. I literally can't remember what I was doing or thinking before the new movie dropped, aside from being depressed.

I have had to prevent myself from brainrotting on Tumblr and Reddit so I can get the fic written. Before it was like "oh, I'll write these ideas down at some point but I'm having fun just imagining all this stuff and maladaptice daydreaming. And now it's like, I HAVE to get this out of my head and onto a page and or I'll LOSE IT, this is not just "tee hee what if Tron and Blade Runner happened in the same universe" crackfic which seems on the surface like it should have worked in theory, but I could never actually get to work in practice. This is a real Cyberpunk Gothic Kitchen Sink Drama But With Rich People happening in my head in real time, which must be extracted before it starts to disintegrate. It draws a lot of inspiration from Michael Moorcock's The Final Programme, (which I didn't consciously intend, but I realized was obvious once I started plotting it out.) And it works so well and I have such a good feel for the characters that it doesn't feel stupid and cringe like my attempts at Blade Runner crossover fic was. Another big influence is the AMC animated series Pantheon, which I've had to be careful not to accidentally rip off in several places.

And like...it's already been 2019. It's almost 2026. The cyberpunk future from Blade Runner obviously hasn't happened. Instead, we're getting the Current Cyberpunk Dystopia we have now, with Billionaire Techbros and AI: which seems to have been partial inspiration for Tron: Ares. But the basic themes are still the same: wouldn't an entity with real self-awareness and real emotions essentially be human in a sense, even if they started their life inside a computer? And what happens when the line between human and program starts to blur?

And it's weird. It was in 2019 when I decided to file the Blade Runner Serial Numbers off my OCs from the earlier attempted Blade Runner crossover fanfic, and totally abandoned the idea of it being a Blade Runner crossover at all. And that was when it hit me - those OCs were never Tyrells. They were Dillingers. They were not just Dillingers *now*, they had always been Dillingers, and I was just figuring it out right then, in 2019. But even after I figured that out, the fic I had been trying to write since 2013 didn't work because there was no reason for a Dillinger, any Dillinger, to be on any of Flynn's Grids post-Legacy. But I couldn't figure out what to do with them from there.

Well, I know what to do with them now. And it's happening.

And as I said in a previous post: one of my concerns is that this story may go places that some readers will not be comfortable with. This is ostensibly based on a Disney franchise, after all. And I just have to figure out how far I can push the envelope without going overboard with it. But hell, if Steven Lisberger was able to get a whole polycule past the radar in 1982, I should be able to pull this off via subtext.

Yes, I've probably gone batshit insane. But as The Kids say, "Fuck it, we ball."

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