William groaned as he opened his eyes. He looked around to see that he was in a building with black walls and fluorescent lights woven into the building’s structure. “…Where or when am I?” he muttered. He then heard a groan to his left. He saw Amy getting up. “Amy!” he said.
      “What hit me?” moaned Amy. “What was the serial number of that Badnik?!”
      “Amy, I need you to focus on me right now,” directed William. “We’ll cave someone’s head in later. First off, since you’re speaking clearly, I need you to tell me if you remember what happened.”
      “Well, we were captured by Maleficent and Gantu, we got hit by a ray…then we were taken apart somehow. …Now we’re reassembled here. …Did we get teleported here?”
      “In a sense,” replied William. “Strictly speaking, we were digitized and brought into the computer world of the Grid.”
      “Computer world? How do you know?” asked Amy as William helped her up.
      “Because the Grid falls under the Disney umbrella,” explained William. “The Grid is part of the world of the Tron franchise. Hence the suits.” It was then that Amy noticed that her clothes had changed. She still wore the same, basic dress design, but it looked more like a jumpsuit with a skirt, all of it trimmed with white light. William also wore a light-trimmed jumpsuit. Amy then noticed a chakram-style disc on William’s back.
      “Um, William,” said Amy, “…do you know what that disc is? The one on your back?”
      “Oh, you mean this disc?” asked William as he pointed to it. “It’s an Identity Disc. Everything we experience here or experienced out in the real world, it’s all stored there. …Though, come to think of it…” William then took his Identity Disc and threw it at the cell door like a frisbee! …It bounced off and returned to William’s hand. “Hm. Interesting.”
      “So it’s a weapon, too?” asked Amy. She then had an idea. “…I wonder.” She then summoned her hammer. It was now black with white light trim, like her outfit. “…Adaptable.” She then took off her Identity Disc and threw it at the cell door. It bounced off, then Amy hit her disc with her hammer, charging it with energy and sending it back to the cell door. This time, the cell door broke apart into little cubes! The Identity Disc returned and Amy put it back on her back.
      “Holy-! Nice work, Amy!” said William. “Now, let’s see if we can-!” Guards arrived with staffs. They had suits similar to William and Amy’s, but their light trim was red. “…Oh…lovely,” sighed William. “Programs that are subservient to anti-User despots like the MCP or Clu 2.”
      “So they’re local,” replied Amy.
      “Escape Inventiveness Algorithm complete,” said the head guard. “You have proven to be worthy of the Games.”
      “That sounds like death matches to me,” gulped Amy.
      “I’m rather afraid you’re right,” muttered William.
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      The Doctor groaned as she woke up to the sound of someone punching a wall and shouting. “YOU CANNOT KEEP ME IN HERE!” shouted Rassilon. “I AM RASSILON! THE PRESIDENT ETERNAL OF GALLIFREY! RIGHTFUL RULER OF TIE AND SPACE! I WILL NOT BE SUBSERVIENT TO YOU ANTS-!”
      “Oh, spare us,” groaned the Doctor as she examined her outfit. She took off her hat and blinked at the sight of white light forming trim around it. “…I suppose it suits the environment. Though, I do have to wonder, are our friends-?”
      “Oh, who cares about them, Doctor?!” snarled Rassilon. “Listen!” She pulled out the tracer and held it between her and the Doctor.
      “…Not even a click,” remarked the Doctor.
      “Thanks to your foolishness, we’re farther away from the segment!” confirmed Rassilon. “Those two were-!”
      “I made the mistake of using my friends as chess pieces one life too many!” hissed the Doctor. “Perhaps, if you made proper friends-!”
      “There were many who allied with me, Doctor!”
      “Allegiance and friendship are not the same thing!”
      “We shall see! Could you boast such powerful allies-?!”
      “And where did that get you?! Hm?! Exiled! Alone! Begging for scraps! At least after the Time War, I still found friends!” Rassilon snarled for a bit. “…But we need to table that discussion for now,” said the Doctor. “Come on. Let’s figure a way out of here. If this is a computer world, then we have a slight advantage over the programs and their abilities here.”
      “…A locked door should prove no obstacle, then,” remarked Rassilon. The two Time Lords investigated the door. There were two buttons, one with a yellow diamond shape, the other with a red star shape. Above it was a screen with six rows of eight spaces.
      “…Binary!” said the Doctor and Rassilon together.
      “Now which is one and which is naught?” mused Rassilon. Just then, a shape flew above their heads. “Who dares-?!” The shape floated in front of Rassilon. It looked like a pulsating sphere.
      “Yes,” said the shape as it changed into a yellow diamond briefly. It then floated in front of the Doctor. “Yes,” it said, briefly changing into a yellow diamond again.
      “Yes what?!” insisted Rassilon. “Are you a spy to make sure we don’t escape?!”
      “No,” replied the shape as it turned into a red star before turning back.
      “Then are you a helper for us?”
      “No.”
      “…Hang on a minute!” realized the Doctor. “You’re a bit!”
      “Yes,” replied the shape.
      “…And the shapes on those buttons…” realized Rassilon, “…are based on your replies!”
      “Yes.”
      “All right, one question just to see if my theory’s right,” said the Doctor. “Are there more Users here?”
      “Yes.”
      “That was a diamond! Diamond’s one!”
      “Yes.”
      “But why six rows for binary code?” asked Rassilon.
      “We have to input the correct binary code to unlock the door,” replied the Doctor. “There’s six rows, so that means a more complex word. …Bit, is the word a form of ‘unlock’?”
      “Yes.”
      “Right then! And since it’s a human computer with primarily English-speaking Users, I need to remember how to spell unlock in binary code. …Zero, one, zero, one, zero, one, zero, one…zero, one, one, zero, one, one, one, zero…zero, one, one, zero, one, one, zero, zero…zero, one, one, zero, one, one, one, one…zero, one, one, zero, zero, zero, one, one…zero, one, one, zero, one, zero, one, one…” All the spaces were filled as the Doctor typed out the sequence, then the door opened! “YES!”
      “A big, fat yes!” agreed Rassilon. “Bit, you’re quite the little helper.”
      “No,” replied the bit. Guards then arrived and pointed staffs at the two Time Lords.
      “…You were part of an intelligence test, weren’t you?” grumbled the Doctor.
      “Yes.”
      “Specifically,” said the lead guard, “An Escape Inventiveness Algorithm that is complete. You two are ready for the games.”
      “Games?” asked Rassilon.
      “I have a feeling these games are like those of your old Death Zone,” remarked the Doctor.
      “Ah.”
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      The two groups were brought before a large vehicle, double-decked and supported by two pylons. “William! Amy!” called the Doctor.
      “Doctor, you’re all right!” replied William.
      “And you, Rassilon!” said Amy. Rassilon arched an eyebrow.
      “You were…concerned about me?” she asked.
      “Move,” barked the guard leader as he shoved everyone towards the machine.
      “A modern Recognizer,” remarked William. “Heavy artillery and troop transport rolled into one.” The deck section of the Recognizer then slowly slid down the pylons. A ramp then extended and out stepped a program with red lights. The program wore a helmet that had a chin guard that came from the ears. On top of that, on each side of the head, there were large, downward-facing antennae. William blinked in surprise. “…Sark?!” he said.
      “In the flesh,” chuckled the program, Sark, “in a manner of speaking.”
      “But…how?!” spluttered William. “I saw the movie! You were derezzed alongside the Master Control Program!”
      “I was recompiled, as was the MCP,” replied Sark. “I suppose my new name is SARK-ES-1117821 Mark 2, if you want to use what you Users call a mouthful of a name.”
      “Recompiled?” asked the Doctor. “You mean someone found your original code and modified it?”
      “And all the experiences I had,” replied Sark. “Since your friend knows about my world, I presume he told you about these?” He showed her his Identity Disc.
      “I didn’t get the chance,” replied William. “I only told Amy here.”
      “Then I’ll spare you the effort,” smirked Sark. “Once we return to my new ship. For now, Users, you will follow our commands. Onto the Recognizer!” The prisoners were shoved onto the Recognizer and restrained at the ankles on the lower deck. There were other programs there, all with blue light for trim. A poor female program was muttering to herself.
      “Not the Games! Not the Games!” she repeated over and over.
      “Back to the ship,” Sark ordered the pilot. The deck section of the Recognizer then rose up the pylons until it was back on top, then the craft rose into the air. Sark then took the Identity Discs off the prisoners.
      “Hey! I need that!” protested Amy.
      “You’ll get them back,” dismissed Sark. He put them onto slots inside a console. The console blinked, then switched off. “There. Now we have data on all of you. …And even the programs are worthy of the Games.”
      “No! NO! NOT THE GAMES!” wailed the female program. She managed to break free of her restraints and tried to get away! The programs under Sark’s command tried to restrain her! “NO! DEREZZ ME! I WON’T PLAY! DEREZZ MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!” She then jumped out of the Recognizer and plummeted to the ground, breaking apart into tiny blue cubes on impact.
      “…Oh well,” sighed Sark. “She probably would have been derezzed in the games anyways.” The Doctor was horrified at the callousness on display.