Foby and Filaments

Instantly the confines of the data room were replaced with the virtual freedom of the visualisation interface that Foby 1 had so deftly connected to the head set. Here you could arrange raw data into 3D representations. The efficient one had chosen to display his source material as a tangle of glowing strands. They looked like jellyfish tentacles undulating and waving in the flow of some unseen current.
Foby 1's on-screen representation of himself wandered among the strands and filaments examining each and searching for who-knows-what. Smart little oik.
3124b pretended also to be interested in what he saw. As he gazed around at the luminous forms he realised that they were actually quite beautiful in a weird kind of way. They reminded him of nerve systems or drifting seaweed, tapering tubes that gently curved and flexed. He found himself meandering among the threads admiring their hypnotic currents. One area caught his attention with its effulgent colour. He went closer peering at an unexpected movement inside one of the tubes, and could make out tiny representations of figures and places there within. Was that himself ...
"Stay with me, can you do that?" The suddeness of the voice made 3124b start. Him!