So, I’ve talked about this before, in relation to how I like to write Program sex scenes.
(Basically: scenes where Tron has no humanoid genitals, but does have that all-too-visible bulge… which is actually where his body keeps a transmitter/receiver for contact with the I/O Tower.)
Premise (for which I have a couple finished fics and a PILE of WIPs) goes like this:
Soooo that’s how my headcanon goes, basically.
BUT just recently…
It grew a new layer.
My thoughts went back to THIS SCENE.
(Which is an integral part of that headcanon, LOL.)
Usually, when analyzing this scene, I focus on the ways it seems to be an echo of human energy– of the spirits of programmers (which is how Walter Gibbs would try to explain the formation of this world).
Specifically, when analyzing this scene I can’t help noting the influence of human sexual energy on the entire ritual.
(Dumont’s extremely phallic outfit.)
(Tron’s groin-clutching pose during the ritual words.)
But…
now I’m looking more closely at Tron’s face, and his utter, exhausted desperation when he tells Dumont that he’s being called.
He is so VERY out of patience.
Because… Alan has been edging him out of his mind.
Maybe for 200 fragging microcycles.
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And now that this has sunk in…. I have even MORE interpretations of The Deleted Love Scene: why it happened when it did… why Tron reacted the way he did during it… and what, indeed, did actually happen there.
For instance, maybe:
My guy can’t get a break.
(cries for him)
(But don’t worry, look how happy he is when he finally gets there. )
(….Anyway, I now want to write ALL of this.)
(Including the follow-up story, about the first time Alan rezzes into the system and Tron confronts him like ALAN-1 do you have ANY IDEA what you have been DOING TO ME)