[Trash. Not 'chosen'. Rinzler angles his head a little, but if he's missing some of the context, the sentiment behind it is an easy match. Only those who were passed by for improvement were sent to the Games, after all—the strays and glitches too useless for a part in Clu's plans. It was his task to delete what floated to the top, however few of the contenders qualified as proper threats.
Still, to have no challenge at all, in how long...? He'd crash from sheer boredom. Not that he hadn't wanted to more than once already. Rinzler shakes his head. It's either a dismissal, or the closest thing to sympathy he's shown yet.
The feeling lasts about as long as you'd expect. Envy is enough to turn the uncertain look wary; by errors, it's hardened completely. Rinzler jerks his head to the side, sound picking up a little as he types.]
Not erroring.
[Outside of the user shell and the system (and Clu's absence, and his mask...)]
no subject
Still, to have no challenge at all, in how long...? He'd crash from sheer boredom. Not that he hadn't wanted to more than once already. Rinzler shakes his head. It's either a dismissal, or the closest thing to sympathy he's shown yet.
The feeling lasts about as long as you'd expect. Envy is enough to turn the uncertain look wary; by errors, it's hardened completely. Rinzler jerks his head to the side, sound picking up a little as he types.]
Not erroring.
[Outside of the user shell and the system (and Clu's absence, and his mask...)]
Performing optimally.
[It's not his fault the parameters are glitched.]