astercontrol:

So I recently wrote a fic with some ambitious headcanons about the Data Pushers in the Encom System. Basically I speculated, what if they are the Encom equivalent of the ISOs? And I also gleefully yoinked @coupleofdays idea that the more non-humanoid Data Pushers are equivalent to the Automata from Tron: Identity– the faction of ISOs who don’t bother to look like Users at all.

I ended up making Bead Curtain lady the Encom version of Sierra– the Automata who takes mostly-humanoid form when spending time in places where that’s the custom.

(I named her Vale– originally in homage to Sierra, because a sierra is a mountain and a vale is a valley – but her veil-like curtain provided an additional layer to that wordplay and you know how much I like things to have layers.)

Anyway, she wasn’t a main fixture of the story, but I implied that she does have a “true form” that isn’t humanoid, and she’ll share it in private with people she trusts.

I’m picturing her true form as some big floating ethereal jellyfish, the curtain transformed into a drifting veil of tendrils that move like they’re underwater, shifting lazily through a delicate spectrum of pastels.

She gives great hugs.

Maybe I’ll draw her.

(Reposting this partly as a reminder to myself to draw Bead Jellyfish Program giving Ram a multi-tendril hug…

and partly to share the text from my fic and the scene it’s referring to, just in case anyone was curious.)

She scoffed and tossed her head, making a wave shiver down her whole curtain of beads. "Ha. And I only bother to go around looking like this because your little minds couldn't comprehend my true form."
Ram's eyes went wide with interest. "True form?"
Vale just grinned and gestured toward another couple, swaying and murmuring to each other on the dance floor. Their shapes were confusing enough to make Ram blink-- one was a sort of transparent bulb with filaments inside it that pulsed in bright rhythm as it talked. The other, whose face consisted mainly of a long snout, was an amorphous mass of brown fuzz from the neck down.
"They are in their true forms."
"Oh." And Ram couldn't quite hold back a giggle, though he knew it wasn't polite.
"Um, okay, you're right, I... I can't exactly comprehend them."
"Which is fine!" Vale tossed her head again, a strange little movement, as if maybe she was doing it just for the enjoyably odd feeling of that wave of bead-motion.
"Only a User's silly arrogance would think you need total understanding in order to interact with something at all. Or that seeing something 'beyond your comprehension' would make you go mad or run away screaming in terror. Users or Programs, most of us can deal perfectly well with what's beyond our comprehension! All you need is a few goals in common, and an open mind."
Her pointing hand continued the gesture into a dramatic flourish, or perhaps just a cheery little wave toward that strange couple on the dance floor. "But... well, when they can't totally comprehend you, people do tend to laugh, at first. And ask awkward questions. Some of us are fine with that. Some think it's worth it, to go around in their truest shapes all the time." She shrugged. "I prefer not to draw that much attention to myself. Mostly."|ALT