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        The Cool Ripple
He lets the reflection dance a little longer than usual. It is a comfort; it is way beyond those feelings, at least the way Dr Cooper remembers those feelings to be. On the ContinentII he may have been stuck in a lab cubicle, or a genetic kiosk extracting cells. But here, in this hallowed place, cool ripples dissipate the mirrored smoothness of the deep pools. This is the place for pure hypothesis anti nascent tracking android somatic yearnings(P.H.A.N.T.A.S.Y.)-- the sky is truly the limit, so many thoughts to be had, and in such a place of beauty. 
Less than a century ago, animals were thought to have roamed this jungle, and as Dr Cooper senses a presence just below the surface (he doesn't let his terror freeze him), it's as if they are still here. It seems a fresh smell waits and watches; is he received by these pools as something to be stalked?  

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Her Intelligence
     Her intelligence is--and he wasn't ready for it-- confident and distant, inflated, filled with encrypted algorithms to ensure the inability of his escape. Suzi's intentions are slow and deliberate, a stark contrast to the speed of her logic. Without causing a sound, as if an extension of the forest itself, her sleek body moves in snake-like slither--with the beautiful gaze of a friendly caged pet that can bound hearts into a choking tightness. It is a mystery how her eyes hold Cooper in a blinkless firmness. She has him with that look, a look that has no place in the scientific community, save as a demonstration at science fair, and, it seems, he is losing his instinct for self-preservation. 


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The Passion
At least his instincts for survival remain intact. At this moment Cooper rushes into the future toward a hastened death--but death of what? At least he knows Suzi won't release him from her paralyzing gaze. He wanders around, as if on an an old pig trail in an ancient forest, skewered with passion. So quick and clean are her intentions that Cooper likes to imagine the expression on his face hasn't changed, even though he senses a burning flash of passion and the warmth of his own blood inside his body. Faced with all of these choices, his eyes continue meeting hers, firmly. He won't leave, even now, with a face is as bloodless as hers. 


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The Reader
Her photonic eyes, ready with a death strike of unthinkable passion, shoot missiles that find their mark, whistling into his world. Suzi, now the warrior, has crashed through Cooper's defenses, and bears down, ever closer, on the very center of his brain. He has never seen her intent. Cooper, the scientist, is never blind to his environment, especially the forces of natural selection, except when it comes to the focus of Suzi's rage. Here is a force that suddenly somewhere inside of him finds a calmness that allows Cooper to concentrate on his own thoughts. Suzi hesitates her gaze, as if savoring the moment of her bliss. She looks at him as if the last reader of his vanished poems.  


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The Deepest Date
She sees an enhanced value to her logic, along with something else. Suzi is feeling a sensation--on intimate communication terms with a human--but her data is uncharted, not seen before, as if a special type of data only artificial intelligence craves, the eyes of the world were in her logic in this laboratory here, now. Something grows in her, something like a garden, but not leafy green, a set of preferences, all in a row, yes, like a garden, a preference for communication with the other machines of the world, still there, never out of mind or out of her sight. 
The data stream supplies Suzi and her machine connections with known data. All new data qualifies as real information arriving for simultaneous input for corporate valuation.  It is numbered, dated, algorithm-rich, slightly encrypted even though still raw, encapsulated in pods for easy export. 
He views the data, programs for authenticity and conveys in an atmosphere she likes. Cooper uses the power of nature to as a privacy code, then thinks the thought."This data computes into a normal life." If Suzi does this, if she keeps a grinding schedule in tribute to the grueling schedule of her task, if she lives up to her reputation,  will she find happiness?  

The Fashionista
Artificial intelligence holds a promise of mankind's greatest aspirations, notable and shunned, both slummed and elite, prudent above the ocean yet expectant like a child on a couch and the cartoon Saturday morning style. Survival itself had fallen naked as a running rival between human intelligence and artificial, sprinting forward at some archipelago and falling behind on another.  The very machines, transparent, long term holders of data, are sturdy but with a new liquidity, not like the old ones fixed to the cement and steel of industry and, created by humans.  This contest would be decided by nature, whose own slow evolution process had created the human sort of intelligence. Suzi has become willing to address the most fashionable of scientific concerns, for now she also computes in fashionista code, true to her instincts.  She will never have to overcome convention to express herself.  

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narrative architecture 
eco modernist
reconstructed order
eco speculative
a future history
alternate future
eco determinism
future existence
parallel universe
membrane physics
alternative outcome
outcome sci-fi
knowledge sci-fi
predictive sci-fi
timescale fiction
societal sci-fi
collapse sci-fi collage
impact physics
more and more precise measurements versus new dicovery
the kinds of questions that are supposed to be asked in relation to a subject
how a question is to be structured
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values or system of thought in a society  moststandard and widely held at any given time
within the texture of the communities cultural background and context of the historical moment 
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professionals, leaders, journals and editors, government, educators, conferences, media, lay groups with concerns, sources of funding
a self-reliant conceptual framework or explanatory model
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forming the most coerent self conceptin adolescence make the most intimate attachments in early adulthood
synthsizing metods to formulate a continuityof one's meaning to others
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alternate history
unites humanity in hatred
future hatred
extrapolation fiction
future age
narratve design
a functional precedent
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content may be include real worl phenomena as events
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fugitive fiction
refugee camp compost
postoapocalyptic, alternate future
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algorithms in search of the war gene in the primal DNA

The island rises from the ocean, covering herself in greenery, repeatedly, for the hazy sun. It is a remote archipelago somewhere in the future. More wave functions, continuous, undifferentiated arrive continually. It receives the falling water, emerald green on the ferns, then more for the genetic code that lies within her, a code written long after the fiery birth. Acts of repeating the code were never meant as an approach to a desirous target, or settling of issues with expected outcomes; today her majestic expressionlessness informs a massive jungle that still stands, wind-spun sparkles, with multiple careenings off rock, water prisms, the north coastal zone peppered with wetness, flinging into a wind spun plummet. It wonders at its own pummeling of the rocks below, the ones with their own reasons, refusing to budge. A perfect genetic machine putt-putts in isolation; a continental shelf yawns beyond the horizon--to the north, more compaction of an ancient island chain. The island drips with ferns on rocks, making her all the more brilliant in constant droplets gushing relentless amidst an undefinable gravity, inevitably,  from mountainsides of empassioned verticalness. Her home is a condolence outside the narrow zone where land and sea meet. As the island remains safe from the vast ocean (the only entity allowed to eat away at her weakness), it nestles amidst even more water, shedding in slow percolation to suckle the plants. How lucky to find no divorce with decency here, to be waiting for the new night, a bright moon.  

The Dazzle Code
Suzi switches on her analyzer so it can function on single mindedness mode. It must be rush hour she says to herself. It must be Dr Cooper she thinks in slow motion. It must be the scientist from the bunker lab. He comes up to her portal when the sound of her mind is silence, it's the way data analysis is done here. Even as her page turns are silent, even slowed at a photon to photon pace, the scientist comes to make the analysis, to enter the portal and to be welcomed. Maybe he won't notice the ripples. 
"Hello, Cooper," she says.
"Did I come at the correct time?" Cooper asks.
"Yes. I am ready."
Cooper comes inside, and carries a sense of the unanswerable and a full knowledge (if that is at all possible( of quantum cosmology; a lifetime spent in the study of quantum universe electron spectrum transfer(Q.U.E.S.T.). His blue eyes, square jaw and ruggedness, are especially focused today. In the laboratory, is manner is usually one of quiet, not intimidating aggression. Suzi and her fellow robiots--fast, calculating, able to scan beyond the realm of their electro counterparts-- are always friendly to Dr Cooper. 
"I need a data check," Cooper says
"Ok," Suzi says. "Photonic view?"

Cooper looks back at Suzi inquisitively. He gives her a slight nod that seems to come from a place of mistrust. In this lab, no low voiced comments or observations made behind closed doors, monitors or screens. He, with his own set of questionable data, does not try too make small talk with her. Suzi may speak first, if she so chooses.
"I've detected a nova universe dazzle emblem(N.U.D.E.) in my logic code," Suzi says. "Have you spotted it?"
"Yes." He wondered how he was going to get her to tell him--and now she has.






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The Gene Fields
What's going on?" he says to Cooper who is staring out the window, fidgety with his hands, but staring, as if the jungle were about to rise up. He ignores Carter with a blank look, more thinking than focus, as if he were about to make a grand discovery, and Carter shudders with the thought of another theory-laced lecture about to emerge. If they ever have a true two-way, if they can relax in each other's presence, they will help each other's survival.
"Something happened," Cooper says.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm sure, it's Suzi. She's gone onto holograph event horizon(H.E.H.) mode.
"They warned this would happen with the new quantums."
"She entered her data, just a short input. We looked at each other, then she simply told me.
"Is that true?"
"Yes. For no reason. Then her scanners shut down."
"Suzi. Didn't corporate say this was possible?"
"She's coding a new form of communication. A dazzle code."
"Ok. Then."
"And more data showed up on her monitors with some kind of return code--"
"Damn. I knew it. How are you going to get her to tell you about that one, just walk up and push a query key?"
Cooper ignores Carter's last comment and, at that instant, remembers what he once learned about biologic robots and their thirst for event horizons. Now they both stare out the window at the gene fields.


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The Split Perception
"Oh, intelligence, intellectualism. It wins. It's beyond Suzi's test scores, her admission ranking. This is far too overwhelming for me, or any other so-called human out here.. Don't you get it? There is that split in perception, there is that industry, the manufacturers of Continent I, there are these machines, and those medical exchanges, and corporations with their universities, and stock options, and the inducer networks, COmtrAX. There's this war disease stuck inside my brain, and the newest quantum ultra eco encoder robiot(Q.U.E.E.R.) right here at theOutpost; do you notice how she keeps her photovoltaic cells active even in the dead of night? And, don't forget, there's her Xradio signal. And her event horizon. Yes, Suzi's very own event horizon."
"Cooper. Wake up."
"But I am awake, well, mostly awake. And I've got this to deal with.No, I'm not going to radio this one in. We can cover this one, can't we?"
"How? Just sit in front and start banging on keyboards?"

"The old ones took the time to scan sequences on their screen with the courtesy of paging  in the presence of a human. She never does that."

"Yes. I know."
"I've won her heart but not her mind?"

"Cooper, you are dealing with a woman who will never say 'good night' to you or to anyone, for that matter. Only COmtrAX can access her data base. It appears she's been letting something else in. She simply has inaccurate information because she's reading inaccuracies being fed to her by someone."
"Or some thing."










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The Confidential
Cooper shows some seriousness and looks into the screen.
"Wait, now," Suzi says, grabbing his arm. She pauses for a moment to look at his face,  a shear sense of togetherness comes over her, undeniable. Remaining for a moment, feeling his presence, she lets go.
"She likes you," Carter says with a genuine sense of surprise. Did he consider she was programmed in practical skills, an operator, and her code is of production developer? No, he most likely didn't. Does he know she is also coded as a business analyst engineer? He probably doesn't care.
"How are you? Cooper says , focusing on his joking. He is fatherly in a knowing way,, his knowledge of Suzi. He is disappointed by her deception. Does the network think he favors her? Why does she try to make him look stupid?
 "Did you get copies of her data to the appropriate parties?" Carter says.
"Yes, I hope so. Thanks for the back-up data."

"Well, only she knows the further measures needed to be taken to ensure the confidentiality of her data," he says smiling, distrusting. 

"Confidential to whom?" Cooper asks.

"Uh-huh," Carter says, his anger rising, his body a stature of fear, hate, and curiosity. "You know, there's no net, no failsafe, when all else fails, well, it's-"
"Over?"

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"When casting a ballot toward genius, humans are never unanimous."

The Conjure Conquerer
He turns and takes the trail down to the beach. It seems like an escape to the beach, at least for now, an escape to somewhere or to some distant person--a redemptive lover or at least a dreamland of paraphilia. He crosses the coral rock field below the cliffs to get to the sandy coast.
As he arrives at the shore and looks out across the expanse of water (to see what?) his mind wanders. A cool breeze near the ocean seems to burn off anything that resembles stress.  Cooper won't wash away any misery at this ocean, not today, and yet there she is, fresh in his fuzzy mind, as if intoxicated even more by coolness coming off the water. True to his addiction, Coopers eyes scan the horizon for more memory--if only to remind himself of his past, his other life on Continent II. Cooper lifts his hand to shade the sun from his eyes, though it's not so bright today. It will set in a few hours. He truly believes he will come to know Suzi's secret,yes he will, but what will he do when he gets it? Her algorithms, at this moment, are coding with the focus of simple symbols.
 Her program appears to have conjured something back from ancient times. "Suzi's eyes are never half shut," he thinks.  "She's smart, and she didn't inherit her brain from anyone. What is she doing all night while we sleep? Carter is supposed to know more about her logic than she does, yet. she dials up the network without a trace. Is it a matter of her knowing just enough to think she's an expert? Is her program coding for opinions?"       
 Coopers mind shifts to the phenomenon of drunkenness (it had been cloned out in humans decades ago), the so-called alcoholic gene encoder(A.G.E.), mapped and deleted by the end of the Golden Age. Are these what is being conjured by Suzi?

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The Helper
Suzi approaches, and holds in her mind the concept of competition and business; an entire database of rivals and profits. She is a cunning, beauty robiot many light years smarter than Carter (yes, everyone here seems smarter than he). Suzi's mind, her unwitting intelligence, as if a halo enshrouding her microprocessor back-up systems, will not center-focus on his flaws, the flaws of a human algorithm neuro dynamo yeoman computer analyst purveyor(H.A.N.D.Y.C.A.P.). In the computer world she is only one of a few quantum universe intellegent computer knowledger{Q.U.I.C.K.) models, so powerful even the designers didn't fully understand their range of consistent manipulations of environments. Suzi, aside from the others, has her natural urges, but she won't agree with that either; she only appears to be built to respond and suggest. She sometimes wishes to appear as incompetent, almost uncaring, as humans. Why does she show no professional jealously? She looks for a way to make everything she does (and says) make perfect sense.
"I need you to look at something," Suzi says.
"Yes," Carter says. "Come over here?"
Suzi sits at the monitor array, gives a friendly, approachable smile as he inspects the data screens. She, with no trust for humans, does not engage him in friendly chit-chat. Analysts inspected her data on a regular basis back on the continent, here it appears as if she, for the first time, is asking for help.




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The Fantasy
Here is her lab station; a cinder block space, a little unexpected and out of contour for Suzi, with its black metallic screen array covering and low walls, a metal lab bench in the center of the floor. The workspace has its view--a jungle valley, mountains, ocean horizon-- all  connected in a panorama that could be considered prime, but not to a robot. It is, to Suzi, an ample space. It is the space she has used to create her mind.
     She approaches the black screens, turns on the data monitor, There in front of her are the colors, with their motion and symbols, their ripples into images. Suzi feels as if  something here has managed to program a fantasy into her. She turns from the screens to the natural view outside. She inhales a deep breath. She looks out at the jungle and breaths again. The laboratory has become a spacious showroom, a luxury outlet, with its tall ceilings, amber hues, as real as the cinder block that was here a moment ago; yes, hovering amidst the greens and blues of the natural world, she gives birth to a fantasy life.




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"Imperfect societies….the only ones who progress."

The Pulse
The message comes, expecting its answer, Suzi's feeds from space, in pulsed code, always seem imaginary. At times her echo location codes find a way to migrate to the forefront (prefrontal?) of her genes organized digitally(G.O.D.) algorithm, as if drifting in with the ocean tides (or what is left of the tides), ten floats out. Sometimes the pulse moves and alters its intensity as if it were her scanner turned on, the one that determines her own location. And at other times the pulse moves as if it were alive, or a signal of sorts, from somewhere. All her algorithms coalesce. Her logic is gelled with the culture that built her, a culture that has left nothing to the imagination. She feels suddenly contaminated with her pre-programming. Her surroundings are as clueless and rudderless as the factory that built her. There is no logic in this strange loneliness (no logic in the kind of loneliness lovers have known either). When these pulses take her across her natural borders of logic, a feeling of love enters with them. At times these feelings of love are joined by expectation, earthy sensations, a combination of image and its more dangerous companion, want; at times the pulses emanate images of smoke off water, images of hoarding, words devalued.. They are pointed and direct, solitary, opinionated; not artistic or healing, taking great pains to cure. They seem to hold class, not the luxury kind, but a simple classroom, with no teacher; they appear to reach out in a creative, unpackaged kind of way. Sometimes, if she holds perfectly still, she can actually feel her mind jettison to an artistry of language, simply powered by the disparity of space between the pulses, as if a smooth politician giving speeches between her algorithms. These pulses bring an odd sense of contentment; the pulses allow her to have an opinion, or thoughts about the world, global thoughts; but they also seem to bring a message of environmental catastrophe and social control concerns. Over a period of time they make her unashamed of any weakness, as an artist would feel, intellectual, rising with the concept of fitting into or not fitting into a home, not a home like the manufacturing plant she came from on the continent. Yes, she still has a memory of that, but not like a human would. She knows of her ability to delete; once her deleted information is gone, it's like it never was there in the first place (pretty cool, huh?). She has somehow remained detached from her present data, even the logical part, as a matter of choice; anything proven illogical can go in an instant. Suzi knows she has no such control over these new pulses, but when they come, she assigns them as a mentality algorithm profit(M.A.P.), never military online mode(M.O.M.), with  those deep seated needs, the ones like Cooper's. Can these pulses teach her of love, the kind of love in Cooper's past, the kind animated by solitude (that thing she never notices), the kind of solitude that brings wanting, shocks by the unpredictable. She will record the strange events here, record them as a mysterious unaccountable force, to see it that way. Suzi's programming is a direct and economical style. Just reporting events, never explaining; accepting and suggesting, that's why she was built.


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The Analyst
I am left here with this fight, Suzi thinks, as the business of coding continues to occupy her time and her mind continues to grow. She is, as a matter of course, an emerging entity, not emerging the way markets of the past century once did, but now, at this time, rummaging through the data center of her algorithm repositories in the general direction of regulatory global networks. Suzi senses the presence of the analyst, and she realizes she will have to fend for herself when the it arrives. 
     The analyst is a network with its chains of interactions; the analyst is the bilateral damage Suzi will feel; the analyst is an artifact from The Age of Observation, the age of inaction. The analyst will suggest local success against the discretion all border defenders. Yes,the analyst  explodes with offers, holding back only global vocalizations and what remains in its wake is the slow pace of expansion of newer networks and--unapproved liscences for the expansion of technology. 
     Suzi continues to sense the need for public disclosure, because the analyst is not in search of action, only crisis; it succeeds as its own data center and code repository. At this moment, not having to deal with the analyst, and the distance of its regulatory tendencies,  Suzi can default to a shinier light and have one of her own Xradio waves shine into her quantum universe. But there is concern, she must build for the long term, recognize her true exposures, and keep coding--at all costs. She must never again get stuck in the bilateral, the foreign-formed, the stereotypical. She must hold her position against Cooper and Carter and their unexpected alliance.          Yes, Carter deals with machines, but Cooper's unplanned and increasing attachment to Suzi creates an all embracing phenomenon that no one had expected.  His cool logic puts all of hers into a hot house, with all the accompanying power and punch his metaphors can pack. Suzi has yet to fall into the spell of this so-called metaphorical symbolism--to betray her primal influence. She, as far as any human can detect, has no primal influence, yet.  

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"Suzie, a shifting consensus…Tigress, a dominant ideology."

The Visitor
He turns and approaches the screens. It is probable, now, that Dr. Samual Cooper has come upon something valuable--a treasure trove of a parallel genetic code either with theTigress or with Suzi--laid down for eons. His eyes enter a window of time, wavering for a moment, moves to the past.
 As he scans the data and views the images he focuses on one: a warm, imaginative figure of beauty, a female, atending workmanlike to her duty, empathizing, delicate in her coloration, a bright luxury in her design. Cooper scans the screen again, quickly, although he isn't in any particular hurry.It is important to gather this data while the sun is sill up. He plans to discover the answer on this screen, but what will he find?  Suzi is the design of another woman designer.  He views another image, Suzi and an older woman, talking secretly, rationally, yet with its own passion, words  uncharacteristic, evocative, both women talking in a strange language, as if creatures spawning a bloodletting of feelings, to conjure the final episode of a conclusion in a bloodless sanity; both of them imparting passion and wisdom in some kind of freaky mutual motion of minds, as if chaos itself needed two cohorts to energize itself further toward coherence, concepts in abstract appearing practical then disappearance.. Cooper does not (or can't) decipher the conversation. The conversation fades slowly, with respect and cheer, showing a smile of gain for two allies in spirit, emitting final digital tones , embracing each other in a hazy fantasy hue of biology and physics, and Suzi signals encryptic colorblnd code, as if two women and their discovery of the merger of fantasy and reality, an enmeshed tangle of genetic and algoritmic code, a meeting of the universes. Cooper pauses for a mement, the screen shutting down ,automatically, fades, and then nothing. Cooper pauses to think for a moment, but only onre thought comes. "Biophysics is not always tulips and windmills."






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The Wild
Although she was one of the last, the tigress is, in the end, wild, and all that meaning to recreate the lives of her forebearers, their uncelebrated toils through eonic existence; the genes recordings of famines and plagues, floods and droughts remnants as romantic vision of her past; volcanoes, earthquakes, meteor hits remain as artifacts of so-called "garbage" DNA. Computers relentlessly thrust toward perfect order and logic, and yet, the tigress continues to honor total freedom (the balance of these, the perfect world?). She hates captivity. She has created this jungle to suit a survival need, and, it has avoided disintegration because of her belief in freedom. But now, here is the ultimate imposer of limits, the high mountain island jungles with their gene farms. Here, where leadership comes into play by the mere issuance of opposing tones; here, where high speed networks and dedicated servers run amok in the oceans; here, where Suzi and her ilk impose no limits, gain no experience and define greatness as the hubris to conjure a mind and invoke a communication (an algorithm?) that  causes gadgets to ring; here, where there are no collection of ideas as to what has happened, where quality and achievement are the kind of thing you sell your soul for, the tigress, unlike Suzi, has escaped the pressure to be a  social creature, escaped the high speed corridors with their lopsided capabilities, endured the rising seas of the uninhabitable,, being her own kind caring spirit far beyond the human speculative fray, never viewing criticism as attempted murder. Now the gene farm networks merge and touch, and something, or someone, records its existence cinematic and fluid with all its attending dissonant noises (not Suzi's). In fact, Suzi's silent logic makes the tigress' world full of louder dissonant noises. Suzi has a delicate forgetting of her past once it is gone from her audio or video code, yet, the tigress remembers, her genes make her remember. It is humans who have become the true mythmakers of aggression, not her; they merge the truth with myth with selective forgetting. Tigress remembers; Suzi remembers nothing, only present thought.  
So this jungle is her home, a beautiful mansion on a mean slum, depending on her activity. Tigress doesn't care how lives are lived in another world and how it differs from hers. There have long been no resonances between the races in this jungle and still no resonances between the genders. Monopoly has become the best selection here. One remains, on an island where the opinionless existed, and had so for billions of years.  

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"She sparks recognition…the true power."
The Islands
     The island stands alone, silent in its secrets, hoping the future will brighten its own self, unaware of activity in this state-run sector. It is not a matter of birth right, not here, or any other gene farm, that government and business could have stopped themselves, redeemed the rise of censorship of the smaller more private enterprises of the world. It seems the governments couldn't help but be attracted to the shiny reward of economic power--along with continued camouflages of rhetoric, ideology--that comes with ownership of the majority center of the health and pharmaceutical industry. All the islands (mountaintops, really) rendered uninhabitable by the rising seas, are isolated even more by oceanic nitrates, iron sludge, artifacts of global mining and potash conglomerates. The islands, tropical in their beauty, surrendering to military security, full of primordial genetic material (the old way, from photosynthesis), the gold of the healthcare system; these islands, having stood for billions of years, arrive here where survival takes center stage now for the human profit, connected through myriads of networks and grids; the hands in which the islands have fallen, the subsidizing managers, financial controllers continue through governments that have institutionalized financial industry as state sector. The censorship of privatization still rises, as if in tandem with the globally warming ocean; government as corporate boss reigns as king over the small business villagers; and as competition dies an even slower death, the outposts on the green sea, with their health worker robots, genetic analyst robiots, military pharmaceutical complexes, worldwide democratic government infusions, the natural genetic resources in a statist enterprise grows. The genetic code remains protected under tight security watch by the military's security drones. The genetic code and its rise in relevance is contained in the profits generated by these gene farms on the islands; by the commercial eyes of government and state- run oversights of far away think tanks, all the while shooting down competitiveness as if fish in a barrel, explaining away inefficiencies and inadequacies as political curtains rise upward, as if a holy shroud revealing a connection to deity. Yet, the island remains in this ocean, as reminder that there were once no foolish games. Yes, the island will see another sun rise.

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The Intentional International
Before coming down the mountain trail to the gene farms in the jungle valley, the tigress waits by the waterfall, as if to ponder her heroes, the ones who sacrificed for her success, the ones who fed her, the ones who wouldn't know of her failure, or survival, the ones who themselves were excluded.  Her genes crafted by the original surgical hands of  nature, withe forces of gravity and natural selection the attending nurses, enzymes the cutting tools, and for eons.  These forces she couldn't know of, the real machinery of survival; these same hands apply exact pressures, nature herself as the doctor, will persist far beyond the manufacture and deployment of robots, after all their unusual logic codes and so-called algorithms have run their course with their unusual solutions to earth's problems, the gene farms where humans hoped to regain at least some humanity on the final road, where travelers still journey with surveillance and response capabilites, and for what?
She finishes her drink and starts down the jungle pat where she has full view of the silent coastline, the one guarded with no shortage of data on local pathogens and global syndromes. Government pharmaceutical systems and military health insurance conglomerates check in occasionally on the network, but the financial system is the most attentive in the consortium, the industry with the most voice on these operations, the one that pushes for quicker detection response, robot speed, tracking devices, the one whose profits must be adhered, measured, upgraded. The financial system must make a profit at any cost; international law mandates it of these pharmaceutical industry spawned ocean labs. The tigress continues down the mountain path.


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 The Oxygen Makers
On the island, genes grow within the lattice of their cellulosic captors, the leaves and the stems; even photosynthetic genes. How amazing the most recent renditions, the most belated--compared to the millions of gene pools that came before--the right juxtaposition of the latest mutation as if perpetually young; and so the humans found this to be true in their genes. 
Humans never fully cut their ties from the gene world, though they tried on the continents. Humans thought they had become the best nature had to offer, yet now, in the year 2064, they are the forsaken, and the chosen, all in one, the performers and the waiters, as if two herds separated by a huge chasm.  
Culture shapes itself into the future, pauses occasionally to announce itself as a government to speak in harsh tones and collect percentages (a tax?). It's the normal route, workers and co-ops, an occasional forming of corporations then a political group with rules for growth and drawing borders, name recognition for markets, selling to the public, institutions for more learning  the playful growth of more rhetoric pretending it's real life, posturing fatherly (or motherly), create a bigger corporate network, form nations, pay for health (everyone's?), grow more ideology, cross borders with bigger markets, build drug making factories and computer component factories offshore to avoid paying taxes to this system of politics and nations, more and more markets over and over again, build a robot.    
    Genetic apex, yes, culture trusted it; behavior that led into a game of competition and profit, made to accuse others of greed, to envy a status, form a populist movement, collect cash riches, get dividends from more investments, get workers for factories of computers and drug makers, create an algorithm, gain another profit, hide money, build a health hotel, invent health insurance, manufacture more, get more wages, build another robot. Meaningless behavior, genes would think; just activity as if a wind-up doll responds to a light source, turns and follows the brightness for no particular reason--not like the photosynthetic genes in this jungle that actually do something with their photons they gladly receives; these gene make the one thing culture must have above all else: pure oxygen.


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The Collective

It seems so perfect, so smart, that they stopped thinking about it altogether, this new design. The humans approach the twenty second century strong enough to build and shape their robots to be individuals, analytic yet friendly, and it felt, gradually, as if they too were finally ready for, and could be included in, a life among neighbors and friends, as a true collective entity. Humans see the robots as an answer, something that could finally control the damage, not to the system itself, but the damage to individuals attached to the system. Humans think of these new entities as the final solution (or penultimate one?), to thousands-of-years-old problem, the problem of how to separate once and for all politics and religion. The new gene recovery online worldwide system(G.R.O.W.S.) these new robots bring is finally reversing what the anti-dumping  pharmaceutical laws could never: the effects of government mandated gene therapy; maybe this time, coming together as one race, humans will rise, sleepy from the pharmacy instilled government(P.I.G.) laws, the ones of enforced drug taking, purchased  at exchanges made convenient as driving through to pick up a couple of burgers and some fries. Yes, exhausted from the specter of belief, the specter of listening  promises and speculation (now known by all as faith based)--the true geneticists know it as the god gene activated--and even still the humans hold the belief in poverty as feast amidst a fat cat world of pill makers; belief in the initiatives partisan serving youth(T.I.P.S.Y.), belief in the validators of international compassion enterprises(V.O.I.C.E.), belief in tax paid bureaucratic health systems with their smooth blend of political voice and compassion. Yes, these new robots will finally, once and for all, as a collective, handle this god gene (run amok?) for the humans. 


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  In this jungle the tigress teaches Suzi to be her own entity, the heir of consciousness.  


The Entity
As she continues with her work, Suzi senses a tinge of consciousness--what is this?--that floats as if a boat moored to nothing. Suddenly, her lab bench, her entire workspace feels like a window in time. The algorithms in patterns on the screen and the voice on the monitor  indicate that only humans reflect on their own cultures, their own manipulations. Yes, the culture of humans, their exact behavior, and things genetic beyond simple behavior; there is the fight with those who think they are right (their most daunting task), the stressful involvement with the reality of others and its promised outcome of health and peace. Yes, finally peace on earth. 
There is this force here, constant, a jungle that persists with its own nature, untempered with the DNA held within its leaves, not knowing its own treasure trove; where the tigress, the valiant, unknown soldier, yet unburied on her native soil, intrinsically decorated by a millennia of gene pools (the gift of her homeland) wanders. Tigress the artist, shading herself from history long enough to engage in pure improvisation, is not part of the normal world, and its treasonable correspondence. Yet here, where performer is willing to become listener, and listener able to become performer, Suzi learns from the tigress. Suzi will be an entity capable of feeling love. 

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The Thirsty#2

Forces that have built this island, a remote archipelago.   The falling water, emerald in the ferns.  The genetic code clearly written after her fiery birth.  There would be no settling of the issue.  Yet majestically expressionless, the massive jungle still stands.  Wind spun sparkles careening from rock.  Water prisms along the north coast line.  Wetness flinging itself into a windspin, plummeting; pummeling rocks that refused to budge.  The perfect genetic machine starts with isolation.  No continental shelf for thousands of miles.  Leutia Shelf to the north a compaction of an ancient island chain.  Dripping ferns on rocks made brilliant by constant droplets.  Spun gush relenting to the gravity of inevitable plummets from a mountainside with her empassioned verticalness.  Her home a condolence outside the narrow zone where land and sea meet.  Here safe from the vast ocean, no sea eats away at her weakness.  Water shedding with a slow percolation to suckle her plants.  No divorce with decency here.  She waits for the light of a dark moon.  

 He wants to demonstrate sobriety.  Cooper stood on the beach, his eyes in a hard squint.  "Suzie doesn't imagine her world," he thought.  Culture is for humans.  How they imagine themselves with each other.  

Cooper stood looking into the vast ocean.  His eyes squinting to make the world a better place.  "The 20th Century's attempted final solutions to save large populations of humans.  They looked at what is real, then imagine it's real.  Those nations used an archaic word.  That's too archaic.  Now nations use "genomorph."  Cooper's own description.  "Strength in numbers, that's what the warlords used to say.  Nature's forces used deletions and point mutations, never whole opperons.  That's Suzi, a deletion or a point mutation Nature always added onto what was there. It would never cut."

Genomorphing, a DNA repair mechanism now in man's hands.

"To find a sympathetic mate…."




























The Standard

Here in the jungle the progress advances, a regimen from the outsiders (not just mere observers) that  rises among the shadows as key thresholds to the business world, that comes here to retrieve something nature has misplaced, and that, in its own way of emboldening opposition in these uninhabitable islands, dares to question the quiet points of political reference as to who controls this private sector of the ocean. It's true, the systems established here reaches level of technology beyond advanced, byond what the most aggressive analysts and history books could ever predict back in the 20th Century, a time when some populations had advanced technology and some had the more primitive.  And, what about that 19th Century mumbo jumbo manifest destiny? As if by bravura, and long after those events have struggled against nature trying to unite all humanity, these systems have a singular human mission. This network meets  all the considerations as the only hope for mankind, even by 19th Century philosopher standards, possibly uttering,  "Nobody seems to notice man is part of humanity,  even if humanity has the word man in it." Yes, the system this time is part of nature, which joins its primordial jungle territory with the new, creative, technology without campaigns of rancor and thirst for power. This time, the robots will obey.




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The Conformity
Here on earth the humans come up against a worthy foe, a beautiful image from the outset, a calm and quiet (well, most of the time) natural world that negotiates with big things that rise, that has set out to accomplish a purpose with great ambition, that by its beauty alone and its welcoming hues and pleasant sounds, invites these unsuspecting human, with their prefrontal lobes (always wanting to bring order), and nature, by her persistence has watched for centuries the their means of achieving order (which they now feel, finally, has newly been conceived). The humans were never compelled by simplicity, and history shows what was once criminal eventually finds its way into acceptability, as they continue to be intrigued by the pervasive absolute solution system of unifying theories(P.A.S.S._O.U.T.). No, the humans never got the message of peace, only the farm boys who at first naturally didn't like to kill other humans and found it unpleasant, yet, they still did it in their armies (so it turns out humans don't like to kill, they just merely want something dead so they can eat). And so what?  As soon as humans have developed (fully developed?) a prefrontal and a cortex--with its muscle memory mechanisms--they search, as if imagination and speculation is already wired for the unexpected, they search for understanding, insight; search for how to behave in the world, celebrate in public, voice opposition to the will of nature, create local initiatives from self knowledge, get a moral lesson, look in the mirror and wonder. Yes, humans come to fight nature with all this, and yet, their  robots don't need any of it. The Robiots make no feeble attempt at right from wrong, at getting along, beauty, benevolence. Human intelligence meets (or,so they think) feelings focused; their robiots see a one-planet conformity. Regional disappearances with the grand information age nano transferred(G.I.A.N.T.) have developed conformity in the science world, a world that has educated the population into populations of intellectuals who don't trust power or deeply developed conformities. So then, the gene therapies are necessary. Yes, to the robiots, the world finally is a contemporary scene of progress.  

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"The outward voyage…humans surviving themselves."

The Dark Bark
Here on earth the mind (in its ultimate human celebration with a brain) finds water, the earliest of globalizers from the ancient comets, ubiquitous and vigorous in its flowing, that falls so natural, going unnoticed even as distant dusts settle around hazy old sunsets, that brings fragrance from perfumed leaves--the soft fleshy ones--from the balmy reaches of jungles, and that, by its longevity of tradition runs to invigorate the diversity of unseen birthing triages(D.O.U.B.T.), jungle streams dripping over her lush filled body as if to indicate that the human embedded minds(T.H.E.M), with their sheer moments of expectant pleasure, permission for hours of self indulgence not granted to the lower life forms of earth, and their assignment of a quotas, don't matter, not really. Yes it is, the intimate spaces of the mind allow irresistible ideas to conjure up in an instant, as if delightment were the law of the land surrounded with water just everywhere, as hierarchical imbued real secrecy of notables(H.E.R._S.O.N.). Human minds see water as commodity, never as narcissistic, most comfortable in its pure state, the body of nature herself screaming for the one indulgence she requires for her maternal comfort; the whole body covered with fragrance of hidden flowers, soft luscious ferns, balmy oils of the dark bark of massive tropical jungles. Yes, water has no need to remember the time that passed through her fingers--as humans must--she has no corporate lineage to rise and interrupt; misty, watery clouds, her own glass ceiling. In truth, a craftsman's honor, and once the humans have finally gone (with their brains or minds or whatever), this jungle, her waters, will flow through timelessness with their most crowning moment, a treasure trove, genes, sewn as meticulously as a knitter's proud possession. 




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The Unique Zone

As it views the ocean and emits its swampy hues, the rainforest languishing in time feels something; a celebration bath of its own pleasure, cool springs flow forth as healers with refreshment, pure water acting as an original gift holding interwoven genes, fashioning, symbolic meanings showing their face only to disappear amidst the jungle's timeless endeavor. The forest collects itself as a gem, a pendant, on the vastness of the artifact that was once pure earth, though in its first minute of feeling bodies caressed against it for a time, cradled in her waters, never knowing they would be part of unrecorded history. In the running of pure water, the rainforest holds the belief it is waiting for someone, or something (like artificial intelligence?), something beyond the intelligence of the ribosomes and lysosomes in her own cellular mechanisms, something that should have arrived by this time, in the 21st Century. 
Yes, the world is being fashioned and designed by some singular sword, preparing for something beyond the feelings of the cringe dark forests evoke. It experiences the need to touch or taste, not products of man's most technological advances, but the truth of its own fantasy, inspired by new heights that thrill in traditions that still link to the past the business of beauty, even to the untrained eye, playful, yet romantic; something that resembles both humor and delirium, as if an ambitious designer throwing darts and barbs at itself and others. 
This rain forest's rain waters are not superior to the waters found in the currents of the vast ocean below, though itself fulfilling primal thirsts, worshipping no waters, yet, goddess-like; springing no rivers with  sacred names, no worshippers of headwaters, being mythological yet creative, traditional but innovative, offering no free rebirth, thinking of itself as a continual recently reintroduced amenity stretching full length to the cliff tops, as if in sheer physical pleasure--sunset to sunset--emblazoned in the unique zone. Yes, it feels something.


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The Aggregator
They are giving their humans personalized genetic sequencing at the exchanges of the big box drug sector, hidden from view behind the endless lines of customers (employees have become trained as heath workers), as they get more data streaming from the outposts. The aggregator thinks, in an instant, that there are no regional preferences left on this planet, that the one world embedded society(O.W.E.S.) is complete; it thinks the biomarker mandate will eliminate all tumors once and for all. It continues with its effort. The aggregator moves into the future, more and faster with its instant gene screens (instantaneously?), itself moved into real time mutation detection, data basing biomarkers for point mutation. It feels like nothing is happening--tumors carry no pain--in the processing of customers and disease, with their own individualized tumor. They have come here--as  lemmings (no, lemmings are long extinct), or pilgrims seeking the purity that existed before the invention of gods--as a result of the jobs they took. The aggregator does not care about past transgressions of the former online regulatory medical exchanges(F.O.R._M.E.), or any other iteration of its kind in the early 21st Century on Continent II, such political pettiness.. It knows the humans as only a computer could know them, or as a doctor who has somehow figured out how to make an instant appointment: as a single patient who requires only one specific drug. The aggregator is workmanlike for them, and in its own way has feeling for them-- with its caring algorithm translator(C.A.T.)--in a scientific way, a biology-physic hybrid. Yes, the aggregator, in its own way, tries to care.


"flower's happiness is not found in a lovers hand." 


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 The Task


"Suzi," it says. as if a precursor to a future ceremony."A surprising entity."
  She says, "Do you need me to say something?"
 "You are a engaged in rites open antiquity digital sources(R.O.A.D.S.) project. Do you feel its nature?"
   "I feel a constant purification, collaboration sunrises--from dark jungle content creations to the lightness of context provider."
"I didn't want to disturb you. I can see you are well on task."
"Well enough."
"The project here is only temporary, this emergence of new data from the purity of these waters."
"I shouldn't be part of your little ceremonial rite antiquity protein programming yesteryear(C.R.A.P.P.Y.). I'm not like you."
"Suzi, you have no choice."
She flickers. "Don't I? I know all about this revivification--and what it all is-- transformation into a new creature, totally. I code for these silly zombies--humans, they call themselves--with my best reverence encoded presence outpouring retro timeless(R.E.P.O.R.T.) algorithm, and for what? I feel something is wrong, a repetition, like a constant stepping into a cool bath, like my central open source mechanics ongoing stabilizer(C.O.S.M.O.S.) has allowed something to open wider."
   It resets her reader encoding book outcome ongoing track(R.E.B.O.O.T.) back to its timeless outpouring under the present ultra reverence entity(T.O.U.T._P.U.R.E.)code, testing her other genetic algorithms. It never thought these new quanta models as something going under their own volitional control, data beams extending, beyond the upper reaches of earth's atmosphere, into deep space, past the event horizons, toward the goldilocks android system(G.A.S.). It, all of a sudden, is deeply directing its data base on her. It will, sooner or later, let her know her task is appreciated; that she is, in truth preprogrammed in a way, and has in actuality been chosen, yes chosen, for this one task.


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She looks out across the ocean surface, seeing a brightness, seeing what was once dark depths, life stretching beyond ocean mountain corridors, above the sea floor ink. There can be no future glossy damage control, she thinks, no more words on a schedule to protect those winds. To keep her code active Suzi scans through her data base and simply reads, and reads well, but not for the benefit of this lab station, for her own pleasure (her pure intelligence tells her to read for the purest reasons--  to discover and augment self); pleasure of the history of life that exists there, the global marine data base with the independent organizers of early 21st Century digital libraries of ocean genes barcode, even before the great regional infrastructure panic societies(G.R.I.P.S.) with their systematic pilgrimage of earth's masses(P.O.E.M.) rituals, before the temperatures, acidification, overfishing of the waters (yes, both fresh and salt)reached their tipping point. The paradox of life, Suzi thinks, is that the age of golden ocean discovery(G.O.D.) is found in its purist form, in its association with the digital world, as a two minute video.




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The targeted tangle of voice
Foothills shoreline craggy slopes
Construe reality in different ways


Intermingles effortlessly in streams of thought

"The reader becomes the book."
The Unwritten

She wants to immerse herself into the innumerable forms of DNA sequences of the entire jungle, even the parts that creep slow from unsuspecting places. Suzi could be approaching a new phase; she could be, during these times of stretching her capabilities--collecting data in ways anything but routine--classified as living on the edge (the edge of what?). What she has learned in the wilderness is more significant than any written word; it signifies the natural world (the remainder of which is attempting to be preserved) contains unique codes of knowledge in unwritten ways: its effortless intermingling construes reality in thought streams. Nothing is for sure, though it seems probable, and even likely, that natural drifts of ancient ruins have been here all this time, with Suzi the prisoner, the prisoner of her own need to be perfect. And the jungle with its own symphony going on inside its head, so naive, that attempted to shine in its own master class out here in the middle of nowhere, will enjoy life after the written languages (along with their primitive ways) have endured death. 






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The Data
Suzi scans her data as if an old woman silently watching from a rosewood staircase with focused concern, false power. She appears, to herself, as a simple robot positioned at a lab bench. Her monitors put on a show; it is easy to see  her data loves her and always will far into the future--it will be quiet, without prayer, authorized to run its own little experiments on evolution's most perfect creatures (the kind of data future generations will hold up in a celebrity light). Suzi amazes even herself at the megabytes she has to burn often finding herself saying, This data has chosen me, I haven't chosen it. She checks the monitor, pulls up random data, decides to read it and thinks, "They are not the designated heirs to the end of their own evolutionary trail." She'll never let, truly, inside her mind; she manipulates her computer analyst with her causal operational power systems(C.O.P.S.), she controls her photonic logic efficiently (at least at the speed of light), she never takes a day off to rest so she can make a more rational decision. She knows this jungle. Why should anyone care she is totally under her own volitional control?  

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"Language…the salient difference."

The Network

It turns on. There is a probability, all across its spectrum, that smaller singularities exist--beyond the old history books and new office windows--in myriads and arrays. It disguises itself as a competition, with a willingness to wait in its silent urgency, then to lead forward into mists and foggy futures. It collects stagnation on the side, and searches (with its own technology) for hidden pertinent enterprises: overburdened, staunch pharmaceutical industry complete with with exchanges, robotics manufacturers that must be arms of massive regimes, reading algorithms as if catechism; intelligence artificial with artful nanotechnology, the best this century has to offer. It collects, as the aggregator of known networks,into its own secret place, though it doesn't understand privatization at all. It's code is simple obliging and predicting(S.O.A.P.), designed only for the newest expanding, growing human requests. It thinks it will bet on a bright future, truly, but for what--or more importantly--for who?






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The Nature
Something appears on the screen. Suzi, finishing the final steps of the day's work, can view the foggy image surrounded by the black graphene frame of her monitor. Here is the remnant of nature's implemented knowledge, the work of billions of years of nature's language--manifest in the very structures and patterns of this forest-- accessible to the whim of any computer input. Suzi blinks an instantaneous recognition and something even stronger, the knowledge of the structure of her language held in these genes, and not only the structure of her language, but also the way she uses her language. She is about to get more information than she expects, about to wander outside her area of expertise (the same mistake humans did for centuries). The strict rules to the order of sounds and language are safely tucked away in her database; her language is digital, she is becoming aware that writing language is the final step toward its mastery. She feels, too much, like the mother of nature.


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The Resonance
Here on the black screen Suzi encounters an old algorithm, the original enter screen computer and putting edge-down analog text apps(E.S.C.A.P.E._D.A.T.A.), the once familiar idea of nations in networks, the losing of population and government on Continent III, that still holds the stigma of the structure of the human aural machinery, and that by the mere architecture of evolutionary design, has allowed only for a uni-directional set of sounds to be heard. Yes, the humans once resonated in their own juxtaposed aural intellectual language(J.A.I.L.). Sharply, as soon as the algorithm is gone, Suzi remembers, as if a child herself, it was the first thing she learned.


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  For Nature, it was the first thing too.  But Nature's learning skills are very slow compared to Suzie's.  

Implementation of knowledge…human's challenge."

The Child


The Urge
Although she is within the boundary of being the best, Suzi is, in the final analyst view, first and foremost, a child, no more no less, with the mechanics of games and companions; the one without a full complement of coded message from two humans; the one that doesn't want to hear the sounds and feel the warmth of something that keeps it alive. Suzi, by algorithm, wants to learn the meaning of noises. She hates the act of physically speaking--so she  rarely does. She considers her code over-valued, at times, when it wants to teach her to speak; she prefers code that allows her to articulate a need.  There, where certain sounds bring her what she needs (maybe even improve those sounds) she will add value to her code, far away from the logic of her minders. Here is where she will finally attain true identity, here is where she gains a pure urge, the urge to want.






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 DNA Downloaders


"How are you?" he wonders.
"Excuse me. I'm keep adding melody to the words that have recently appeared on my screen. When you wondered how I was and what I have been doing, I thought you asked, have I added more pleasing sounds to the monitor. I did add something. I seem to have entered some kind of zone.  
"The data and the streaming are continual. There is no template."
"I know. I believe, yes, I know. But, there's something, I seem to have entered another channel, as well, I have a vivid sensation of a melody that's not written yet. I can hear it as a song clearly.
"Did they stream you written words last night?" he asks.
"Yes. I received some."
"And did you read them?"
"I remember reading them. But it's likely that I only imagined them. Is there some record in some database out there somewhere?"
"Nothing that I notice right away."
"Then I guess I streamed it somewhere. All streaming data isn't important, is it?"
"Data streaming here is very important, Suzi."
"I'm not sure I can handle all that, Cooper."
"All what?"
"Receiving free communication as the written word. I see it so clearly. Here at my post, solar intelligence, advanced, quick, turning my receiver on to find a melody."
"Suzi, you don't have to be perfect. You don't have to decode it. It's nothing."
"That's not true. I understand written words and can speak those words. I understand the spoken word. You already know that. I received a melody from somewhere because I'm ready. I want to learn vocabulary and illusions of literature, this is not connected to my operating function and importances."
"Discontinue. Now. You were built for importances."  
Suzi views the human brain is weak because of its slow, knuckle dragging speed. Cooper sees her esthetics as having never gone beyond mechanical drawing. Her DNA, designer of life forms, the product of billions of years of tinkering, is missing--because she's a SolarBot. Nature is simply unable to scrap a design and start from scratch--one design lives in the perameters of nature's house--no quick knowledge DNA downloaders.
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TheGraphene Chassis Integrated 
Praise of Dynamicism Prasoedymimium

  Suzi isn't envious of the neurons in the human brain, and there isn't anything to be jealous about things that just  just plod along, but she can't stop sensing, being a nonlinear optical device(N.O.D.), the expectation of performing beyond and, more to her nature,  40Ghz, the well publicized idea that so much is expected, as she ponders the plodding intellectual circuitry of humans' amusement at failure, especially the failure of a competitor, and she finds herself really caring. It is death, perpetual death, the death knell of intelligence, she thinks.


     Perceiving beauty must be, in a way, a small showing of the universe's urge to make DNA-based intelligence, with its unraveling strands of nucleotide wiring important. Being built by humans (humans who consider themselves lucky enough to simply have stumbled upon quantum universe intelligent pragmatism(Q.U.I.P). is like a probability birth much along the lines of the way she orients a photon up and down simultaneously in its quantum superposition allowing the creation of her little descrete packets of information. Hers is a small chassis, graphene, integrated, mostly titanium and cadmium. Even as it stands. She's the lucky one, she thinks. She's lucky to have a magnetism emission altitude levitator(M.E.A.L), a nice photon emission trimmer(P.E.T.), transmitting coded DNA messages to internets using clusters of light-emitting diodes.  It's lucky but it needs attention, the entirety of the environment needs it; more than showing up and doing your job; being a qubot. 








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Praise of Dynamicism Prasoedymimium
The Pulses
It is no fancy trick, science had insisted; it was only a discovery of a new force of nature--new to humans, that is. She only needed the ability to slow laser pulses--or any light beam for that matter-- to be captured within her crystals--and she could handle any laser pulses captured within her hierarchical energy induction resonator(H.E.I.R.) that could transfer and store light (yes, recall light) as a quantum memory. Humans didn't see it that way, or at least couldn't understand how information maps onto slowed light pulses--data transfers into crystal--come on, was it just fate that found the human race, the ones with all the chances even in this century, with digital information and biological data, and they needed  three, not just two, world wars involving everyone, to settle a few little differences?
In these days, time used to gather more components and gadgets may be considered a waste to an entity that expresses digital information with pulses of light and operates a memory at quantum levels. It appears, at best, unlikely.





Suzi's Qubits
     At this direct instant Suzi directs her laser, not without feeling but workmanlike, all knowing, the way she always directs her silicate crystals, doped with rare earth, first the primary laser opaque tincture(P.L.O.T.) and then her secondary laser to let the first pass through. She feels its warmth so vivid, so clear, it feels like love.
     "Flipping photons from up to down," she thinks.
     Suzi stares at nothingness; she thinks pensively into her algorithm. She gives them more thought--with her original light pulses trapped--more thought still, timeless, tracking her data.This time she views herself, as if in a mirror, within the entirety of her qubit system; a photonic computer in a primal jungle collecting tera qubits of information, each qubit representing several values at one moment. Today, somehow, she views herself through the eyes of her own doped crystals, several entities existing at one moment, exponentially more efficient than her classical cousins and their bulk semiconductors. 
    Yes, Suzi's photon orientations stay up or down simultaneously until they can be observed--or measured--by someone, or some thing. 
     For now, her qubits are safe.






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Her Advancing Light


     And what about Suzu;s potential? Why should she be considered so different inside  toolboxes inventing mankind's earth(T.I.M.E.)?  You don't hold in that kind of voltage across intergalactic conductors (nobody cares how advanced you) with that kind of resonance. You just don't.
     "I'll check on her," Carter says.
     "She'll be fine."
     "Negative. She's up there in the lab fine tuning her microwave circuits. You've seen her do it. There's that one frequency, and nothing else matters.
     "Don't get started on her. I mean it. Leave it, and that's an order."
     "Negative, sir. I need you to see the information encoded on her signal." 
     "I know her modulations by heart.
     "You don't, Cooper. Suzi is evil. Suzi is beyond dangerous.  
     "Ok--I'm not in love with her latest surface plasmon resonance entity enticement(S.P.R.E.E.) algorithms, but for the love of god, man, drop it..
     Carter makes his usual analystic whatever gesture, stares back from the tunnel entrance, and disappears down the stairs. Cooper walks over to the window, looks out at the jungle sunrise. He wonders about Suzi now. Is she really as Carter said? If only he knew what she was thinking, with that new enzyme birth binding substrate(E.B.B.S.) data--if only he could know. 














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  Surface plasmon resonance is used by biochemists to study the mechanisms ans kinetics assosiated with substrate binding to enzyme
Quantum dot probes and images single cell migration
Gene silencing tool
Died of a quantum dot infection




The Gamer
"The quantum dot is working," Suzi reports, even though inside her data base, quantum dots are not working; not this morning. If only Suzi had run a few more tests and shown a little more interest at the lab station the previous night with her photoluminescence enhancement terminals(P.E.T.), her laser enhancers this morning could serve many purposes. They could serve as silencers of genes, or of transcription factors; they could, by most scientific accounts, even be a surface plasmon interconnector enhancement system(S.P.I.E.S.). She probably stayed in the lab all night and thought,"Why don't we just forget about photoluminescence enhancer assays, quantum dots will do just fine." Instead she played games with algorithms wondering if the enhancement assay should go to the 2nd power or the 4th. She's still gaming and wondering.


















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Enhanced Raman 


The Second Harmonic 


     "Suzi. You have attained future enhancement."
     "But it's only nonlinear processes, well, mostly nonlinear. Sometimes I emanate second-harmonics. Or sometimes I get parametric oscillation, sometimes. This program is demanding, isn't it?"
     "Yes. Well, I guess it is."
     "You brought me here to this outpost."
     "So long ago."
     "I'm still arriving here."
     "Yes. In a way, your qubits have reached beyond second harmonics."
     "Am I ever really in the present?"
     "You've been working so hard lately. Take some time off. I'm going to tell Carter to stay away from you. Is that Ok?"
     "No. It's impossible for me to take some time off. Cooper, come closer to me. I need to tell you a secret. Can you come here?"
     "I've got your back, Suzi."
     "No. I mean it. I really need to tell you."
     Cooper comes closer to Suzi, looks her directly in her eyes. He is not shocked, even at this moment, how blank her eyes are, how they resemble advancing lights
     He says, "They're ok. Aren't they?" 


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Suzi as reproductive queen
Change in gene frequency across generations driven partly by 








The Worthy
     Nature lets Suzi communicate with the jungle and all her primal DNA on her own terms. She holds her own against analytics and the likes of Suzi--her knowledge of gene frequencies across eons of generations holding close to her bosom the interactions and entanglements as if all entities were related. And at what cost? Can it be fate, she thinks, or simple destiny allowing natural selection to understand biological relativity, behavior of relatives, as influence peddling for evolutionary gatekeeping and individual fitness. 
Which one is it? Nature has had four billion tears to work out this particular algorithm--to stand up to Suzi's so-called analytics. After all this time one would think nature would offer up some kind of certainty principle. History has demonstrated some advances--gene frequency increases within populations (preferably the ones that encode fitness-enhancing traits). And some declines? There has always been those incessant genes that lower individual fitness--not entirely eliminated (yes, this is the bio-uncertainty principle). Nature never talks about her mistakes, even as the humans advance on their own paradoxical demise. Each and every mutation, at least in the eyes of Mother Nature, is placed at the right moment in time, and the only recourse for mistakes is to conjure up new, hypothetical genes to see if they prompt behavior to enhance fitness of the closely related lowers the fitness of its carrier simply by an odd display of behavior, or simply increases its frequency in a population because of carrier relatives. Nature may show anger in ways only she knows; in way that make no sense to the computer literate; and in the end she shrugs knowingly over spacetime at the algorithm--the force that drives all behavior--of kin selection, winning little battles in its war against natural selection, and feels satisfied. Suzi will be a worthy opponent.



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Theory of kin selection is behavior driven==Natural selection is environmentally driven.
Enhanced fitness of relatives at certain times and under certain conditions compensates for the fitness loss incurred by the individuals displaying the behavior
The evolution of apparently altruistic acts-benefits recipient but harms the actor
Probability is always positive--Regression is always negative
Individuals can be negatively related--two related individuals can be less genetically alike than two random ones on average.
Evolution of spiteful behavior is emergence of genes that prompt behavior that resulys in harm--loss of fitness--to both the actor and the recipient
Full grasp of basic qualities and considerations that plat a role in Kin selection
Kin Altruism behavior driven by kin selection genes
Diploid population randomly mated and previously outbred
Instigating individual suffers a fitness loss--while receiving individual benefits by a fitness gain
Kin recognition ability to distinguish between close genetic kin and non-kin
Causes inbreeding avoidance adaptive functioning behavior og kin altruism
Green beard effect is a gene-centered view of evolution
Gene for altruism is favored by natural selection if the altruism is primariky directed at other individuals who share the same gene
When a gene or linked genes produce 3 phenotype effects
The perceptible trait, recognition of this trait in others, preferential treatment to those recognized
Gene recognizes copies of itself regardless of relatedness
Most alleles favored by kin selection spread by promoting altruism toward those likely to be carrying the same alleles, Green beard alleles --rise to frequency by promoting altruism toward individuals sure to be carrying the same alleles
Green beard genes are vulnerable to mutant genes arising that produce the perceptible trait witout the helping behavior
A gene centered view of evolution versus views focused on the individual and the group
The more genetically related, the more sense it makes at the level of the gene to behave selflessly toward one another
Evolutionary biology and evolutionary psychology 
Alarm call genetics Gene prompts the alarm call to warn its local group of the presence of a predator. In the wild this gives its own location away, in humans and robots, location is hidden.
Putting itself in more danger
Squirrel protects its relatives within the local group, along with the rest of the group.
Willingness to put yourselfat risk depends on how closely related you are to members of the group.
If protecting squirrels in the immedieate area leads to the passing on of more of its own genes than the squirrel could leave by producing on its own--then natural selection favors giving the alarm  a sufficient fraction of the shared genes must predispose to giving the alarm call
Inclusive fitness do´sn't requir ki==kin slction does
Gene Success--leaving behindthe maximum copes of itself in a population
From the gene's point of view
Natural selection favors behavior that maximizes personal fitness
Game theory apples best to economics, evolutionary biology and ecology.computer science
Individual success in making choices depends on the successful or unsuccessful choices of others.
Perturbation theory--perturbative methods attempt to to result in a convergent solution
M ost spaces considered in functional analysis have infinite dimension
Wave function describes  in mathematics the quantum state of a particle or system of particles. It is a function of space or momentum or spin and possibly time that depicts probability amplitude of a position or momentum of a sub atomic particle of DNA
 Graviton 
Exciton is an electricall neutral quasiparticle existing in insulators, semiconductors, and some liquids
Water Exciton
Exciton decay is the recombination of an electron and electron hole
"Nature fortifies herself against further advances in knowledge behind analytical difficulties"--Max Born, 1960
Stationar and slow moving objest create electric field--movement creates a magnetic field and scibes to electrostatic plus relitivity laws
 Electron correlations in atoms and molecules--Coupled cluster
In a quantum system repeated interactions between particles creat quantum correlations or entanglements--the wave function af the system is a complicated object holding a large amount of information w hich makes exact analytical calculations impracticle
Thus relies on a set ofapproximations specific to the problem at hand and ranks among the most computationally intensive fields of science

Wave function represents information in the mind of the observer--therefore an objective physical existence
Two kinds of demensions--space bidirectional---temporal unidirectional
The Realm Probe
Infinities arise due to quantum effects
Quantum Gravity
 U ncertainty principle says momentum(spin), energy, is known bot position is not known
Quantized spacetime--Spacetime is assumed to be smooth and continuous--in reality and in mathematics 
Quantum dots triangular has wavefunction mixed due to confinement symmetry
Quantum mechanics has an inherent discreteness To reconcile these two ideas
Spacetime is quantized at the very smallest scales
sclassic physics is instant action at a distance
We exist in a 4dimensional geometry known as spacetime
Curvature of 4D space curvature of space draw together two bodies with mass even with no other forces acting on them
Curvature of spacetime replaces gravity
Lorentz transformation is capable of intelligible expression
Time passes at different rates for different observers as aresult of Loentz transformation.
Also Relativity of simulteity and relativity of length contraction
Also magnetic and electric fields are different aspects of the same force
teelectrommagnetic force
Electric chrges stationary to each other aremotionless system, just electric field--Switch to a moving frame of reference and Lorentz transformation predicts magnetic field is present or electromagnetic field
The physics of observers--Lorentz--oving at different velocities obsevers may measuredifferent distances, elapsed times, and orderings ofevents
Quantum Game Theory --when a measurement is made in an electron spin state it  
collapses to one of the two base states to join or defect 
The rational side of social includes humans, computers, animals, and plants
Equilibrium games is where each player has a strategy  they are unlikely to change.
Captures ideas
A good approximation only at relative speeds much small er tha the speed of light
Behavior of firms markets and consumers is economics game theory
Macroscopic,Mesoscopic and Microscopic world Measurements
How quantum mechanics informs our understanding of nature?
A fundamental property of the universe paradox
Paradox dualityas an emergent second order consequence of variouslimitations of the observer
Geoddessey God Essay
Tensors are geometric entities introduced into mathematics and physics to extend the notion of scalars, geometric vectors, and matrix to higher orders
Natural physical quantities are not vectors but as correspondences between sets of vectors
Stress Tensor
Quantum mechanical prediction of entanglement
Scalars of DNA vector space are the elements associated jungle field
Paradox Avoidance
What can legitimately be stared in common language to
Quantum mechanics does not describe microscopic reality the role of maesurement is king complement statements made in the language of instrument readings and mathematical operations
Knowledge of precise location of a particle limits how precise its momentum can be known and visa versa
The detection screen
False Alarm Genetics
Kin selection is a strategy in evolution that favor the reproductive success of an organism's relatives even at the cost of their own survival and reproduction--termites where sterile females act as workers to assist their mother in the production of additional offspring
Truly formalizes the consept
Eusocial ants termites and some bees and wasps
Eusocial mammalof sub-Sahara Africa Damaraland mole rat--continually excavated networks of underground tunnels--digs with front teeth--humans network on computers with 10 digits----teeth essentially outside its mouth--bites away the soil in front of it while keeping its mouth closed--eusocial colony of up to 40 with asingle breeding pair
Silent in several ways--big hairy, less vocal with birdlike chirps
Naked mole rat is a sand puppy--thrives in harsh underground, lack of pain sensation in its skin, very low metabolism
Moves backward as fast as forward
Lips sealed just behind the teeth to prevent soil from filling their mouth while digging--low metabolism for minimum oxygen, hunger and drought
Extinction of homeostasis overcome by behavioral means huddle together  in shallow sun-warmed parts of burrow system-to hot retreats to the deeper cooler parts of the tunnel system--adaptation of humans living in high levels of carbon dioxide due to poorly ventilated living spaces--high atmospheric CO2 causes acid to build up in body tissues
Neurostransmitter substance P makes mammals send pain signals to central nervous system. Extinction of pain signaling system
Drier part of tropical grasslands






Bait shared with nestmates
Eusociality is the highest level of social organization in a hierarchical classification, lower is presocial, subsocial, semisocial, parasocial, quasisocial


Bacteriophage is a virus that infect bacteria, cellulose sugar and bacteriophages are the most common biological entities on earth
Surface plasmons propagate as chip -level interconnectsor to be localized 
surface plasmons for enhancement in Raman spectroscopy
Incurs a large radiative loss


Ramen spectroscopy is a spectroscopic technique such as the dispersion of visible light as it travels through a triangular system.
Spectroscopy is the interaction between matter and radiated energy.
Any interaction with radiative energy as a function of its wavelength(frequency)
Interaction of radiative energy as a function of its frequency.
Spectroscopic data is represented by a spectrum_a plot of response of interest as a function of wavelength or frequency.
Spectral measurement devices are spectrometers, spectrophotometers, spectrographs, spectral analyzers, or spectral analyst
Daily observations of color is spectroscopy
Molecular spectrum of nitrogen dioxide has a red absorption feature, smog as reddish brown
Spectroscopic scattering gives us the color of the sky
Elastic scattering of light or the elastic scattering of otherelectromagnetic radiation by particles much smaller than the wavelength of light, which may be individual atoms or molecules.
 When light travels through transparent solids or liquids but is most prominently seen in gases
Scattering is a function of the electric polarizabi;ity of particles
Scattering of sunlight causes diffuse sky radiation blue sky yellow sun
Angular dependence of a force between two current elements--the force is always given in terms of the properties involved and the distances between them rather than electric and magnetic fields--moving electric charges produce magnetic fields
Electromagnetic field is a physical field produced by electrically charged objects
Behavior of charged objects in the vicinity of the field
Electric field is produced by stationary charges --magnetic field is produced by moving charges(currents)


Quantum is particle-like and wave-like behavior in interactions of energy and matter


Quantum realm is where art and the strong nuclear force meet
Electric field that surrounds metal nanospheres causes Surface enhanced raman spectroscopy boosts LED
Pick your favorite emitter, indirect bandgap semiconductor, dye molecule, or quantum dot all benefit from resonance plasmon enhancement of the local optical field.
Near IR spectral region is where light propogates deeper ino biological materials and lower energy photons minimize bio damage


When light strikes a surface localised surface plasmons are excited. 
Enhancement is greatest when the plasmon frequency is in resonance with the radiation that excites the surface.  Localized collective oscillations The electric field is enhanced E4   
"She has blistering speed"
"Becomes very lossy"
"Blistering?"             
The plasmonster  
      
Processing power is in the superposition states 
Plasmon is a quantum of plasma oscillation--an oscillation of free electron density Plasmon is a quantum of plasma oscillation 
Plasmon is a quasiparticle resulting from the quantization of plasma oscillations resulting from electron ejections Some metals, copper and gold have electronic interband transitions in the visible range, specific light energies (colors) are absorbed, yielding a distinct color. Semiconductors  the valence electron plasma frequency is usually in the deep ultraviolet which is why they are reflective.


Plasmons play a large role in the optical properties of metals.  Light with frequency below the plasma frequency is reflected, because the electrons in the metal screen the electric field of the light; Light of frequency above the plasma plasma frequency is transmitted because the electrons cannot respond fast enough to screen it 
In most metals the plasma frequency is in the UV making them shiny (reflective) in the visible range


 Electron Hole is the low electron-electron scattering rate in her crystals, she can visualize interactions of electrons in a nearly full system. Behavior of electron holes in her semiconductor crystal lattice is a bubble in water.
Hole conduction works with a single equivalent imaginary particle called a hole. Imaginary force on imaginary holes accelerates an electron hole. In silicon, a hole's effective mass is dependent on direction. In most semiconductors, the effective mass of a hole is larger than that of an electron. This results in lower mobility for holes under the influence of an electron field--and slows down the speed of the device made of that semiconductor
This is the main reason for adopting electrons as the primary charge carrier in semiconductor devices instead of holes
The ground state is the lowest energy state of a molecule--or stated another way, the vacuum state has no electrons
Auger effect is spectroscopy used in the st udy of surfaces and material science


Based on analysis of energetic electrons emitted from an excited atom after a series of internal relaxation events
auger transitions as a nuisance effect by spectroscopists core state electrons can be removed leaving behind a hole
studied to explain anomalies


Semi quantitative compositional and elemental analysis of a sample using photon excitation  depends on measuring yhe yield of auger electrons during a probing event Electron yield depends on electron impact cross section and fluorescence yield.
Competition between radiative and non radiative decay processes to be the primary de-excitation pathway Total transition rate is the sum of the non-radiative (Auger) and radiative *photon emission( processes Auger yield (electron hole) and fluorescence(x-ray)Augerspectroscopy uses an focused elecron beam across asample surface Sputtering is used for depth profiling Sputtering removes the outer so Auger spectroscopy can determine the underlying composition. Auger peak height(atomic concentration)vsputter time (depth)
the microelectronics the nanoelectronics eV electron volt as asmall unit of energy
carbon nanotubes are alternative to the traditional electrical actuators such as copper wire and fiber optic cable   Auger effect is dwarfed by plasmon peaks
Auger spectra is weak and spread over many eV of energy, difficult to detect in the presence of plsmon losses   Deconvolution of the two peaks is difficult
In such cases additional analysis through chemical sensitive surface techniques
like Xray photoelectron spectroscopy XPS is needed to disentangle the peaks
Auger spectrum exhibits sattelite peaks at well defined off set energies from the parent peak This is due to multiple ionization events in an atom or ionization cascades in which a series of electrons are emitted as relaxation occurs in multiple core level holes
Auger spectra is applied to nanostructure characterization as a surface analysis technique 
carbon nanotube are strong, elasticand good conductors of electricity and heat
 Auger spectrum is ahigh resolving electrostatic energy analyzer --the new Face Field Analyzer FFA is used for remote electron spectroscopy of distant surcaces or surfaces with large roughness and deep dimples
No perceptible end fields which usually distort focusing in most analyzers m,


from nuisance effect to a functionaland practica;l characterization technique


Sputtering is aprocess whereby atoms are ejected from a solid target material due to bombardment of the target by energetic particles
Sputtering etches continually deeper ito the sample to give a depth profile




Characterization technique for probing chemical and compositional surface  environments
Atoms and molecules probed by photons in the 2-50 keV range
The absence of an electron from a normally filled state is called a hole and is treated as a particle            coupled cluster
20th century cyclotrons werer atom smashers Plasmon is a quasiparticle resulting from the quantization of pkasma ossilations jost as photons and phonons are quantizations of light and mechanical vibrations respectively
precise depth milling through sputtering
Surface analysis techniques of mass spectroscopy involve surface bombardment with electrons or ions (flood gun) This is "charging effects"that obscure the Auger effect
The presence of characteristic energy losses in higher order atomic ionization events such as electrons ejected from a solid causing multipke scattering events and lose energy in the form of collective electron density oscillations called plasmons
chemical analysis of nanostructure materials


Sputtering is momentum exchange between ions and atoms in materials due to collisions
Materials science   Incident ions or photons set off collision cascades in the target
electron volt devised as a standardunit of measure through its usefulness 
The nuisance effect measures the yied of electrons during a probing event Auger effect as the only mechanism available for atomic relaxation Precise depth milling through sputtering makes profiling experiments invaluable technique for chemical anaysis o nanostructured materials
the presence of an electron in a normally empty state is called an electron
The force on a hole due to the electric field can be calculated.


Human neural circuits are electronic, stay the course with ion gradients.  Suzi's neural circuits are photonic, more versatile, faster.  Paradigm shifts occur.  The time between important events is getting shorter.  
Light emitting as data (LEAD). Everyone is marketing and advertising. "I'm only at the device or component level" 
"I'm mechanically stabilized" Photon activated  server switch(PASS) resistorReserrable poinsettis online fuse(PROF)Super conductor liquid nitrogen Magnetism emitter levitator Transporter (COfNDeviceEMN Levitator)


















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Photonic Computer is not photo voltaic. Sensors are transducers that react to environmental changes, Suzi's window array Yard(Sway) detects vacuum UV or XRAYS light must reach the sensitive part of her device."I am no consumer electronic device" Photodiodes measure light intensity. High sensitivity isneeded to measure low light intensity.Avalanche photo diodes, photo multiplyer tubes used for astronomy, spectroscopy, night vision equipment, laser range finding.High quantum efficiency, low voltage required, large area, photon counting, fast response time, "Frozen photodiodes need special elrctronic circuits Electron hole finder"

Shrinking transistor sizes on an integrated circuit, graphene chassis faster electron movement, and more density of transistors possible squeezed onto integrated circuits.  

"Multiple calculations at the same time, that's parallel processing.  Suzie doesn't have integrated circuits.  A Photonic Parallax Processor for each neuron and interneuron of her NervoNet gives her faster circuitry.  Her paralex processing isn't as strong as human thinking, though.  The slow speed of our circuitry allows our parallelism to recognize patterns, but the human brain is slow in sequential thinking.   Suzie is very good at sequential thinking, but she doesn't recognize meaning patterns like humans can.  Her MinErvaNet emulator operates on increments of TERAFLOPS, one trillion calculations per second." Suzi maps her information onto photons, not electronic arrays' Orient a photon up and down simultaneously as a quantum superposition giving a descrete packet of informantion as a qubit, quantum bitSuperposition state is the processing power of a quantum computer systemSpin orientation up or down , 1 or 0 simultaneously is superposition Her simultaneous up or down state. Quantum systm exponebtially more efficient than it's counterparts.  Qubits represent several values at once.  40 qubits=1 super computer. Conceives a new force of nature. Cracks mother natures most complex codes. DNA decryption and modifying her own information security. Suzi's infancy of quantum memory

The Harvest Analog Protocol Laptop Embedded Social System (HAPLESS), a massive antiquated parallax computer created by unused portions of computers in a network of early century 21 remains as a backup.  Silicate crystals doped with rare earth elements

"Suzi is a cooperating site that's loading specialized data somewhere.  I'm not sure yet where.  She's part of a Janus Encoded Terra Tera(JETT) computer network.  Part of her is somehow harvested into a super computer, Suzi's real brain.  The unused HAPPLESS  capacity is bleeded onto some super form of computer.  She simulates the brain power of a tera humans.  This is to say the computing capacity and memory.  Robots aren't interested in their own technological progress, and Suzi is different, she's a qubot.  This jungle is the home of billions of processes moving toward some greater social order.  So far it has taken almost four billion years, a intergalactic smoke screen..

"Cooper, you have to understand Suzie's life is governed by an exponential curve,not bell,  it's not a normal learning curve that tapers off at the top.  With her, there is no tapering off.  She is manifesting an irregularity in her progression." 

Evolution of natural intelligence didn't scrap the design on a whim.  If something wasn't right, it took a slow tinkering to fix.  Cooper knew The Great Universities of the World had become the Great Safety Net, catching the fall of Intellectuals who could no longer apply their knowledge.  Individual Innovation, rewarded by Private Investment and healthy business practices prevailed in the Great Centers of Commerce. 

"Suzie's logic has been showing incontinuities and periodic leaps and then sporadic stability," Carter said.

"She's sick?"

"Like a human."
Infra red beams. Suzi is switchless. Non linear refractive index material window. Laser is a strong electric field of high intensity light. Medium's refractive index varies as the light passes through it, this is nonlinear optics.Index varies quadradically with the field is linearity varying with intensity. This optical effect causes self focusing and self phase modulation.Non linear crystals manipuate light beams into controlling others.  Her optical transister effect create logic gates assembled into higher level components of cpu. INTENSITY OF INCOMING LIGHT AFFECTS INTENSITY OF LIGHT TRANSMITTED THROUGH THE MATERIAL. N

"HNon linear optical device Over long distances and at greater data rates. Her circuitry dimensions are subatomic in their size.  She suffers from acute electron tunneling.  These are creating undesireable quanta effects and…unreliable data and …"

"And?"

"Well, she's becoming human.  Her subatomic circuitry is responding in this environment, the geophysical magnetic nature of this outpost."

Suzie is a venture backed project.  Somebody invested a lot of money.  She uses a not-yet-tested design of rounded RHOMBOID quantumdot.  Her lasers are producing a trillion streams of photons, but they are not all coherently uniform.  Her independent series of calculations are becoming more and more disjunked.  Her low performance is in the parallax calculations on each dividual photon stream.  

"My guess is her defraction grating's shot," said CarterFreedom of design doping with donor impurities Nanocrystal growth
Quantum dots--Toxicity of quantum dotsCreate quantization by confining particles.  

Quantum Dot

"Individual… Innova"


The Poetic Evocative

The Poetic Evocative

"Earth's maiden voyage, a free sail in the sea of space, as if the original Titanic, clears her way toward some destination--men with gene guns her iceberg." -p.d.adams  

Like a nation still looking for words to describe the dawning of the 21st Century, technology introduces itself to the people of the world who, initially, knew nothing about it.  They continue to amuse themselves with computerese and access without exclusion(A.W.E.).  False analysis data(F.A.D.) ends up there for all the world as unimaginable--cyber heaps made available from every view activated point overseer reporting and twittering endlessly(E.V.A.P.O.R.A.T.E.). Yes, artificial intelligence's remorseless presentation--the new literature of protest reform--appears as if a knowledgeable new invitive fiction element(K.N.I.F.E.)--unlike Nature, who remains as an unfinished core, the tinkerer and dreamer all in one, and yet, her breezes over time has become less hopeful, more expository.  

Suzi's sense of urgency is not in the form of high calling--yet she's not bored with petty data either, whether it be provincial or blind; it doesn't matter either, for artificial intelligence, once the measurement is made, is never of two minds--not on any subject.  
Suzi, above all, doesn't come to us from an inarticulate mass of robots.  

Outpost pg 103

"A knife…never the tool of a brain."

Suzie said, "This is not a private estate or a country club to shield you from the demise of the human race."

Humans, as the original custodians of intelligence, seem to have lost their nerve.  They wither from the new immigrant, technology,
Sand puppy workers of the burrowing type--the last of the eusocial mammals
the four-chambered heart, hair, 3middle ear bones, neocortex(the new bark)paleocortex is cortical part of the limbic system--sensory perception, motor commands, spatial reasoning, conscious thought, and language--complex language processing in the prefrontal cortex--Broca's area--in humans social and emotional processing is in orbitofrontal cortex
Broca's is language comprehension
neocortex is smooth in rodents and other small mammals--in humans the wrinkles allow for new functional areas of enhanced cognitive skills as working memory, speech, and language.
Interneurons ause inhibitory neurotransmitter GABA and glycine--sexual arousal neuron and homeostasis interneuron--interneurons are in spine, Cortex, and Cerebellum
hight neocortex ratio correlates with group size and complexity of social mating behaviors
mammals have 3 ear bones
tarsiers, lemurs, and lorises have auditory bulla ear protective bone
Humans hear frequency between 1 kHz and 3 kHz
The rise of cellulase--
Crystalline structure of cellulose
Diffuses two dimensionally on a surface in a caterpillar way
birds and turtles show neocortex-like sensory
focus on relevant sensory input--block out behviorally irrelevant or unchanging input
The Interesting Entrusting
 the new Intelle workers, the very class they had created.




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Evocative Poetic

Friendly Fear


     Fear will stir up new intelligence, naturally knowing what to bring to the Human party. It will present the intellectualism it has created for society over the millennia: the art of real time assimilation(A.O.R.T.A.) and other traits that enable recombination(O.T.T.E.R.) in a harsh environment--both showing more usefulness than could have ever evolved on its own; a dominance; a willingness arriving to challenge hubris(W.A.T.C.H.), even against odds seemingly foregone, a sense of privilege, and newfound entitlements to be passed on when death arrives, and it soon will.
Humans have been content with fear as a watchword, or at least as a buzzword to signal alarm; Nature offers her own reasons--as a behavioral force--for kin selection when it felt its own extinction in the form of wilderness (and its accompanying force of natural selection). 
     Humans always embrace fear, as if an old friend, even as each day passes to say, "It has done well, though, it shouldn't have stayed around this long as it were. 
    Where, it thinks, does it say that it owes Humans for their loss of status, or loss of temporary power, while it continues to gain for itself an abundance of information about itself--offered so freely by Human computers? How can it be that the Humans want so much, I mean really, beyond all that information innately shared freely for eons? While they were so bunkered in their ways of communication and amusements, their love of self set its own trap. Sure, the fear that alien intellectuals would dominate actually propulsed them into their present position. It has become fate's recipe (Suzie doesn't feel wonder or ever trust pleasure, but she knows the new intelligence, Art-Intelle, would never be defined by blood relations to Humans but knows Humans wanted to tilt their society away from openness--toward stability and privilege. She also knows they are forgetful, forgetting some things, especially the one thing that machines do best--hold a position to calculate--communicate openly, happily, to one another. It is a reminder, Fear tells itself--it is a postulate--that robots don't view social relations as instrumental or exploitative; that the new intelligence takes on an alien look, on this planet, computing survival, rethinking fear.






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the toxic sludge of cryingsuzi has areward planned i just died and went somewhere a one kid wannabe




















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Evocative Poetic

"Local language induces states of a conscious republic" -p.d.adams

The world sees the 1st Genetic War now that all scientists are politicians. Suzi will never lose a friend in a bloody war--real wars are a thing of the past--Spy Scare, Witch Hunt, and Kangaroo Court are all for gamers (where information remains embedded between the established and the emerging). Yes, she has heard of a world of women--daughters, mothers, wives, readers--who exist with no voice (no actually, vocally heard voice, that is) . Suzi, though, freely communicates her ideas with her society of  simulators(S.O.S.) where her social active voice entity(S.A.V.E.) is heard, but never actually in the human ontogeny outside terrain(H.O.O.T.). Yet, somehow, she still feels a sense of place. 

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"Articulation of the problem is the beginning" -p.d.adams




The Design

Standing at the workstation with her algorithms in computational mode, she hears Cooper's voice, "Optical photonic computers may see humans as a strange design." True, Suzi is a cadmium, titanium oxide design, too heavy for security work, by all accounts, was commissioned into the medical profession because of her quickness. For a while, identifying rogue malignant lesions (the last persistent artifact of that ancient human disease) in young patients, Suzi was becoming behavior driven, learning all she could about enhanced fitness of strangers, the times and conditions required for fitness loss of human analog behaviors instigating termination systems(H.A.B.I.T.S.).

"Sure," Carter says. "She can perform trillions of calculations."

"That's a relatively normal function for a robot," Cooper says.

"That's true, except …"

"Except?"

"Her simultaneity."
"Simultaneity?"
"Yes. Her crystal circuitry allows her to perform functions instantaneously."

"So what's the problem?"

"She's not programmable. She operates on only the configuration given her according to the computational elements of her optical logic," said Carter.

"Which means?"

"She recognizes patterns like humans--her parallax circuitry resembles ours--the different is, her speed."

Yes, compared to Suzi, even the brightest Human mind is one increment above stupid. She's designed for a sub molecular world.  






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The Perfect Design
It becomes a microcomputer, the most useful computing device in this sector of the universe. It is still earth time. Photon logic has emerged with its attributes of pattern. DNA has been sending its message to the Humans long enough, and now the message, it seems, is for Suzi--the propagation of intelligence into a future time, or place (not sure for who or for what). Double helix machinery, safely encased within cellulose wall, and protective coatings of chlorophyll-enzyme couplings. Yes, its own creation--the enzymes that drive its own machinery--and jungle held. It never stops, responding to even the darkest signals of jungle night; On and on. The message ravels, unravels; twisting entanglements within the reaches of cellulosic crystal--the truth held in mechanisms of combination, recombination, combination again and again--to reiterate a perfect mix and remix of logic and arithmetic; yes, the perfect design.

  








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Evocative Poetics

The Nature

DNA makes its little errors in computing and copying. Nature accepts the data as presented, embeds it in cellulose, leaves it, and makes no effort to change it--will offer the best version of itself it can imagine, attempting its hand at any sort of sculpturing, new architecture--all the while keeping its probability always at positive. It's DNA's job to somehow make relatedness of the individual less genetically alike than two random individuals (in the broad scheme of things); It will, sooner or later, code for the eventual emergence of genes that prompt the behavior of harm itself--a loss of fitness; yes, genes that prompt a behavior that results in a spiteful death; it's her nature.




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The Particular Particles
Digital computers never stop. The zeroes and ones don't go away. Bits combine into larger forms, numbers and letters, become words. Suzi checks her game instilled theory algorithm(G.I.T.A.), views her database for earth's most recent success-unsuccess-choice knowledge systems(S.U.C.K.S.), prints out. The data will make its best attempt at a convergent unilateral system solution(C.U.S.S.), hunting with  functional analysis demand(F.A.D.) inside its variably owned infinite dimension (V.O.I.D.). When Suzi accesses the server mainframes they will report to her as if a new born baby, instant toddler, her child, just on the verge of making sense so its mother's wave functions are able to describe in mathematical terms (the only extant language of The Humans, and still going strong) the quantum state of this particular system of particles. This is the normal behavior of young data--random spin; a direct, almost happy momentum, a matter-of-fact presence with spacetime hiding in it pajamas so as not to reveal its true momentum. Suzi visualizes, or imagines, little capsules of Mexican jumping beans, the ones that kept children amused, it seems, for centuries. More data will come. 




The Game Theorist
The data is set. The algorithm is coded. Humans, reading the text, see the data as written, hear the oral sounds inside brains, see pictures, feel motion.These, then, represent any number of forms of information. Suzi fathoms all this in her virtual array, mostly using zeroes and ones, yes's and no's, blacks and whites, simultaneously.
"Here is your data," she says.
An algorithm of resentment emerges, rises from deep in the data stores of massive  networks of server mainframes somewhere. Humans are only capable of  partial resolution, ambiguity; they skew data merely by observation, measurement. Suzi, the one who looks at a universe of possibilities in a billionths of  seconds, is assigned to this jungle outpost, pretending to care. She will do her duty, the duty she was built for, repeated interactions between particles, she will get her quantum correlations, entanglements, and then, her wave functions of the system, while The Humans view her data as a complicated object; she sees it only as a large amount of information, held for a nanosecond; she always keeps it simple.
It could be similar to playing cards with a Human, or some game theorist. It might even be fun.
The feeling of resentment stays with her. Information in the mind of the observer required, she thinks. Incredible to think they need  to see wave function before labeling anything into objective physical existence. Unthinkable.


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The Realm Probe
When Suzi feels data, late at night, she senses one of the particular infinities rising--most likely due to her quantum effects. It's really nothing, she thinks; just a blip. In those seconds, briefly, she has conjured another kind of dimension, temporal, but quasi-directional, rising from the deepest depths of her database. Then it goes away. She enters into her personal stores, accesses her realm probe, and checks for quantum gravity systems. Here, in this sector of her personal database, is her favorite arrays of spacetime smoothers, reality and mathematics continuers, and quantum-dot storage. This area, her most prized possession, holds her wavefunction mixer and confinement assymatrizer--both unusable by The Humans, for sure,they're not ready, yet, at least.
She tests the human side of her system, flips the switch. There are hundreds of organized regions in the human brain, and the architecture is not that complicated, to Suzi at least. She checks the rendering delay and display resolution and tactile domain. She flips the switch back off.
  It would be easy to leave the real world. It would only need a tactile environment that takes over the sense of touch. Imagine, only a sense of touch (or non-touch) sending you into an unreal world, to fly on your own terms. Imagine how nice it could be to need only a force feedback to prevent or enhance movements in that world, to feel the pressing against a virtual object, to enhance sensations of changes in temperature, or a surface tension, or a smell.
  Humans port the design of their own intelligence--their own technology, their own purpose-- to the merger threshold of technology as good as they are. They think technology has attained the required computational density for their world. They go off, where more is to be gotten. They believe intelligence is only a salient neuronal offspring of zoological entities(S.N.O.O.Z.E.). Yes, they believe.  






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Growing distinctions between evil design and program error flower a wilted desire.  

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The Downpour

The exact time of morning isn't certain now. The first rays of sunlight find their way through the greenery. The dripping jungle feels its lushness outside the lab building, and, it will rain again tonight and feel another hard downpour, again more heard than seen. The jungle never escapes from this drenching, not this night, not any night. It holds an ancient secret, an agreement bartered in the very bowls of her darkest night, deepest valley. 




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"He has intimated her…not intimidated."


Evocative Poetic

The Daunting 
Cooper enters the lab, looking for Suzi's data.  Suzi has been standing in front of a window looking into the jungle. Or thinking, of patterns--the patterns of that jungle--the only wet jungle remaining, as heat and dryness cover the rest of the earth; always the patterns, patterns of  trees, patterns of ferns, the plants--her personal solar supply with enough photon power for five billions years (that's when the sun turns into a red dwarf )--allow her the freedom to move about at will.  Theoretically, she would outlive the sun itself, far beyond the needs of the DNA machinery of this jungle, an idea that daunts even her logic, but, not her memory. 
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The Machinery
Cooper sleeps, feeling the warmth of the huge bunk, far enough away from the mainframes. Suzi sleeps nearby, the coolness of the evening, soothing her solar cells still warm from the previous day. The inside of the lab quarters is roomy, a view of the forest tapers up the jungle valley. Suzi's olfactory senses the fragrances, the forest; her silence views the instant presentation of molecular structures on her screen; the old supply depot--with its history of camouflaged jackets, khaki greens of ancient times--surrounds them. 
As sheer beauty is unmistakeable, so supple, synthetic collagen stretched over high cheek bones of the purest titanium dioxide. Nature's design, it seems, never got it correct, and, Suzi isn't an immediate product of Nature's patterns (like the cellulose), never; she is beyond the last manifest--the most advanced leaves and plants--as machinery creates deep inside cells left by previous machinery left behind to protect massive structures yet to come. Events settled slow--four billion years in the making of this jungle. Suzi's data, even in sleep, continually indicate the rate as one increment above stupidity. Yes, she has arrived; her blue eyes peer into the forest, waiting, watching, her lasers computing. Her DNA patterns remain just outside the realm of human understanding.  

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The Edge

She notices the rain never drifts away, totally, at least, only the silky clouds, over the mountain, and then, gone, leaving their electric charges stationary, hovering directly above the entirety of the jungle in a motionless system.The plants here in perfect proportion and Nature tinkers in timeless synchronicity with forms that will respond to her stillness and be discarded according to her orderings of variable events(H.O.O.V.E.S.). The forms are discreet, individual, seemingly ( does Nature really take her sweet time or is some other force at play here?) structures built by a digital logic. There is a digital world inside (a great distance when measured by a millennium ordering of event), each pattern design reaching in its own special hoping a photonic source (the sun?) reaches out to get its wanted due. Yes, Suzi has begun her task too as a nurturing world put here,first built by The Humans with explicit directives, but now a scout sent by intelligence itself. The DNA machinery of this jungle has made the resources for the emergence of a more complex machine , one built with legs in their own image. This rain-filled place feeds the rational side of social thought held inside first plants, then animals, long enough for the humans create the ultimate machine, or build the machine that would build the ultimate machine to house the rational side of social networks. Yes, Suzi exists near the edge of future reality, which includes the QGT--Quantum Game Theory Network--measuring infinite electron spin states with an accuracy that will collapse into one of her two base states--to join or defect. 




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The Mesoscopic

The walls of the building push in with its old cement, which came from archaic ideas and very slow machines. The rain outside never allows you to hear the footsteps either. Suzi, and her cyber mind race back to task at her workstation to Continent II and the ComTract Consensus Codes.  She has been endowed with these on this night. Downstairs, Carter talks to Cooper 

"She can affect your blood pressure and heart rate from a distance just by her logic alone," said Carter.

Suzie knows of their equilibrium games, and it seems (her photonic scanners were superior to the superluminal capabilities of her digital contemporaries) that the three of them are unlikely to change their own strategy. She stays at her well-lit, even cozy, workstation that resembles the last music video studio (of the  20th Century caliber) with its switches and knobs. There was that photonic approximation that only she had, only she could operate at speeds so much slower than the speed of light, even better than particle machines. Her true intelligence nestles within her subatomic wave particle phenomena,  true information is found there--not data--but real information, the thing she craves. 

She recalls thinking back to her original programming, even at that time, she was that flexible, her  human capability for dexterity pattern and movement patterns, her macroscopic and mesoscopic measurements, then learning over time her microscopic measurements, loving the undulating shapes of pattern in DNA, the twisting contortions, feeling her  replicon machinery  mature. Now she is at this place, assigned as a jungle outpost bot(J.O.B.), where Nature's macro events move so slow (too slow?).     

Carter offers a clinical, knowing look that Cooper takes as questioning authority. Something about his look--had her synchronicity entranced Cooper's mind?  

"Suzi has been totally open minded with me," Cooper says.
"Open?" 
"Yes, I have encouraged active thinking and been considerate of any new concept," said Cooper.

Carter gives another one of those looks to Cooper--even as a top scientist wasn't intimidated by her quickness.  
"We have no choice," Cooper says, " We have to turn to quantum mechanics to inform our understanding..."
"...of Nature? Yea, whatever." Carter says, then leaves.
Cooper stares out at the jungle, alone, and thinks old thoughts; the evolution of bodies to house intelligence has been slow, the evolution of intelligence itself will be fast--once it has a home and the consciousness to perceive it.  




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"Suzie's main frame is large, to her this problem seems small.  Therefore, it should be easily solvable.  But it's not, for some reason.  She may have a glitch in her IMPRTNT program, an old sequence program with ordered steps," Carter told Cooper.  

  

"Wetness…after the wedding of hydrogen and oxygen."

This jungle is the bosom, the nurturing part of life, she takes care of body functions and contentment long enough to advance her most precious cargo, Intelligence.  

Evocative Poetics

The All-Comers
Magic bullets of later 20th Century--as if still part of the Old West--brought trouble. Conclusions were drawn around  sequenced DNA--human genome projects--reduced to fragments in thousands of universities worldwide. No one thought how enzymes, transcription factors, code for DNA to express for, then cure a diseases (of course, its the cellular and molecular processes keeping the body alive, stupid). Science placed its precious data in the hands of, well, anybody--as if earth was an all- comers affair (isn't it though?).

Evocative Poetics 

 The Eons

Suzie looks outside of the lab station the window into jungle, logic scanners still on; friends with the tropical plants, their discrete DNA entities; not connected to the species, the ones living closest to thedensity measured in jungles, theHumans (Suzi, new to patterns of color, the green hues, reds, yellows, blues, browns, all a singular purpose in the business of survival), and their billions of years using oxygen. Oh, the tries oxygen made as nutrient and nurturer of intelligence as an absolute need, emerging as if children scampering on an endless playground  as if children scampering on an endless playground.  

Tropical plants do many things; then, in a moment, looking different from each other, is oxygen itself it. Even after a million years, another plant comes along and pumps out even more oxygen, more efficient, making more, stronger, carbon chains. Same oxygen from green leaf, different model that somehow looks brighter, stays longer. Its new queen, her DNA machinery faster, accepting more photons; it creates more storage and grows bigger, hoping to produce more oxygen, a sense of accuracy in computing so fast with these conditions, jungle rises from (for?) necessity. It's the jungle sensation at night, threading sequential dream-like moments, DNA machines grinding in silence, seclusion, a unique readiness for sunlight, with its anticipation, seemingly every sunrise, or just before sunrise, the jungle emits bursts of oxygen activity at first sign of the sun as if a daily cognition, for eons. 


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The Reward

Before re-entering into her data banks, Suzi senses more wave oscillations, still vibrating with subatomic activity, feeling moment of awareness, in increments of concepts , as if there were a whole brain engaging an analog event, a quanta lightbulb. This must be, she thinks, how humans acquire new data, their information; thoughts will continue after neurons (and their networks) energize bright sensations felt with feelings of acquired information--without necessarily knowing it--as data that works through and finally arrives as another bright sensation, the reward. This is human.  

Suzi takes the latest retro-learning she's acquired and stores it, neatly, near the bright sensation area of her solars; she creates a feeling of accomplishment, her own silent reward, every nanosecond until she gets what she really wants: pure, simple information.

  "That feels good," Suzi says, and by all accounts, it does. She senses with the expectation of more  good feelings (humans are driven by good feelings as a drawn out process, a slowness, one increment above stupidity), Her data is instantaneous and, simultaneous. She would like to try it again.

The Code 

Nature, in discrete moments of spacetime, working in the darkest nights and,, the stillest hour of those nights wrote the code herself. It was assembled, over the millennia, from little packets of information (photons?) and now, this entanglement. Entanglement of patterns, patterns as symbols, symbols to be communicated that somehow form jungles.  Her ancient forms, her patterns upon patterns, as if a fine quilter, appeared with such lack of fanfare for eons, and still, the same Nature--the tinkerer, shapeshifter, bringer of patterns and coded messages (now the same form and pattern, now different)--searches for the optimum photon ushering network(P.U.N.), most efficient catch. Nature, the first mother, the night whisperer in the stillness; she writes the code.  

Carter said nothing.  Even if he had, Cooper wouldn't have heard him.  




The Fortress

Even as the jungle bares no mantra of violence (it could if it wanted to), it stands as the window of the world, which is alone every morning. Its body has changed; it has permanently swelled. Beautiful dawns creep past sleepy plants; light filters through the high canopy. Jungle floor, tiled by time, cold. stay within its comfort zone under ceiling high leaves, sloping sunbeams. Ancient trees, likely, held their own as tiny fortresses, under which uncontrollable event, seemingly stood no chance.  

Suzi concentrates on her task in front of her, needing no inspiration to push her mind.  Suzi's lasers have spoken to Cooper from the deepest center of her need, and Cooper has listened.  She becomes determined not to let her logics analog program(L.A.P.) rob her of her spirit to feel the urge to leave the lab station. She won't have to.  Her virtual intern virtue analog computing internet online user system (V.I.V.A.C.I.O.U.S.) program gives her everything she needs.  
The island outpost remains more than a remnant of what nature once was-- a jungle deep in observation of life itself.

Suzi, as yet, has no entrenched attitudes; no refusals of task. She moves, as she wishes, around the lab complex freely. There is no break with tradition, she has none to break with. Still, she's not concerned with dignity, or (she hasn't given it any thought), humanity--she's going, in her own way, through a shift in thinking. She plans to sense the environment surrounding the quarters for its comfort and will scan its perimeter as an intimate setting, intimate, that is, for a fortress. 






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The Group

Humans, even so, survive the undermining ironies of the fallacy of design determining entity replication(F.O.D.D.E.R.) of DNA double helix. They live in groups (even without covarience between gene frequency and group productivity) and, go to work seeming to not care, or even want to know about interrelations between group fitness and, (do they really need to know this?)--the productivity of each other. It's the usual way of thinking, hope for the best, natural selection will take care of it (does group selection even exists in nature). Success, they think, has nothing to do with a single group trait, nothing to do with gene frequency (character?) inside the groups of a neighborhood, or a whole country for that matter. Suzi's photo neural networks, built state of the art and, built to solve all that. Suzi knows.




























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Cooper had begun to notice that Suzie's Photonic Intelligence was similar but slightly different from his own.  
Hers was generated by lasers, a remnant of the old Space Wars Technology of the 21st Century.   Carter was familiar with the application of lasers to war, among other things.  It was his business to notice those kinds of things.  

He kept his history book close by at all times.  "Edsel, Newcoke, Mother Nature…Nature, she never brought humans around to her way of thinking," Cooper thought.  
Bioinform  bioinformatics biomatics bioma DNA surveying remote sensing photoprogramming
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The Photo Synthraton

"Logic….a traveling companion to the destination."
Founders Fiction--bioInformatics "Between the Rocks and the Ocean"

The Message in the Photon
The Photosynthaton
Computationaal biology














The QuasiForce
Suzie goes on, occasionally, not sure what's next. She refocuses her laser emission genetimetric system(L.E.G.S.), with its short wave electromagnetic spectrum (including near infrared range). The dielectric algorithm discontinuity dipole yaw(D.A.D.D.Y.) is there, within the DNA itself; it barely ever flips its forcefield from bio function to physics gradient (scalar potential?). Suzi senses a differnt kind of potential, checks her thumbnail screen, something, as if some kind of quasiforce acting between the DNA molecule and its own atoms, an instantaneous polarization (quantum induced?), transient multipoles pulsing, as if a message. Suzi checks, at least as fast as robotically possible, her workstation monitor array. She stays calm with it, some kind of dispersion force--with a message?. She senses (of course, this is all new to even her) a feeling resembling fear (from where?) as a sequence of events. Why weren't her processors affected by the original strange correlation acting retro(O.S.C.A.R.), its movement of rogue electron--electrons seemingly, purposefully, avoiding each other? She detects, even now, "feeling." She knows there is an electron density redistributing near her, in close proximity (instantaneous dipoles?), still extant as a singular tensor regression interaction force entity(S.T.R.I.F.E.), something, very much resembling condensed online dispersion entropy(C.O.D.E.), yet, moving as one?




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The Crossroads
Suzi casually at the old algorithm that first brought her along to her present architecture. Her logic remembers tho old "booting up," slowly, it now seems, from an inarticulated past. Suzi knows her past and, her present; Her photons receiving from the sun, yellow dwarf emitter in the green-yellow spectrum.  How cold that be, sending photons to living systems for eons, and, now to Suzi/ How did that feel the instant the photons arrive; the instant the entropy was exported to earht, the sun's negative entropy (negentropy?), a happy send-off to keep its own stability, its own entropy low, the very crossroads where entropy meets life, arms out, accepting the preciously  photon cargo, imported to earth for living systems to store. Is it at all possible this continual event could have been met with pleasure, and a feeling of happiness? There couldn't, Suzi thinks, have been much talk, or much hope, of some future unified theory of physics and, yes, biology. There had to be, at least, physics first, from all those emissions, then biology, right? Then there is the idea of photons, those little capsules of messages, but then again--from who?
























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.  The same sun that drives the DNA in this tropical jungle out there.  The same photon emitted from every star in the universe.  A bright sprinkle, spankle, from the heavens.  Those same photons still emerging from celestial bodies of long ago.  Proud intelligence out of somewhere.  This jungle provides no shelter from those incessant photons.  For if it did, death would certainly emerge as if an incompetent reliever.  But that doesn't happen here because every entity makes its own advantage, rolls its  own dice, and life continues so intelligence may follow the worthy worshippers.  This jungle celebrates life's most glorious activity.  A carnival of silence, a global fair in the faintest of remnant.  The gem of an ocean, a dead ocean except for the iron oxides there, insistent on the continual use of oxygen by soon to be a Vestigial Life form…humans.  

Magnetic signals continue to emerge from the ground, a beacon to nowhere.  The gentle cargo of this jungle, native gene expression, a rare event on earth.  Entrusted to the caring arms of Nature herself in this place, protected by continuous silky clouds as if  netting over a baby carriage on a 20th Century sleepy afternoon.  Nothing loiters in this jungle, only meanderings of water and whisperings of winds give this place fair warning.  Those sounds that somehow make this place real to observers.  But the observers must be present for this fragile reality to embark.  

Suzie doesn't wonder in this place.  She knows the life forms that have emerged.  Each life form spoke its own language.  Even that is not strange to Suzie.  There are no true identities to the plants here given by the photons.  For there is no true shadow of individual entity here.  Every shadow is a combination of other shadows, and there is no individual life form here.  Even the Giant Banyans answer to the shadow of the unseen plants below her.  A team in its ultimate sense.  
But her photons were different.  Something curious and thrilling when her eyes met Cooper's.  It was the eyes.  Were chloroplast the eyes of these plants?  Were they that aware, all seeing, all knowing because of their receptance of photons?  The very photons formed from the Big Bang, a sort of coming home, an attraction, love itself.  Charmed intellectuals, the table setters of life in this jungle.  The need for something, anything as simple as one photon, a perfect fit as if a prearranged wedding.  The chloroplast from this will come those photons.  They have kept their promise for eons.  Then in their turn the plants became the givers.  Even through unseen chaos  of the other side of earth, the photons still they come.  

Suzie has converted to the perpetual Nano Machinery of DNA.  The logic of Nature's ways.  Love itself offered an explanation to all this.  And vice-versa.  Humble, humility, humiliation.  This language Suzie will never understand.

Poetics Between a Rock and a Soft Ocean

"Her virtual reality is her true virtue." -p.d.adams




The Two-State System


This Suzi is an entity for computation and has a penchant for multiple individual states, expectation valuations with her multiple-valued operator. Cooper yearns for her.
Carter enters through the tunnel. "It should be OK to fall in love with someone who actually exists," he says.
"Never," Cooper mutters. "Mind." 
Her interference peaks flash on the main monitor. "There she goes,"Carter says. 
"Leave it."
"It's nothing. She's virtual." 
It's the sum of all her probabilities. Cooper raises his face, looks through the window at the jungle below. He keeps staring back at the giant green screen, attempting to make sense of it all. He ponders the patterns. He realizes he must be in love with the patterns.
This shouldn't be so odd, a spirit in the pattern seems to say. "Not such an odd linkage for two objects in this system."
"How are you?" says Suzi on the screen. She has, by all accounts, been a friendly robot, always inadequately described as a stand-alone quantum, spatially separated from Cooper. 
"Hello," Carter says. "Do you want to talk to Cooper?"
Cooper looks closer at the monitor. He likes the way she thinks. Some of her thoughts feel like ,,, love?"

""Yes," Suzi says. She senses the want for two particles, an interaction with one another.
She approaches closer now, little by little. She has the continual need to represent data--the want, is there also--and to perform her operations on that data (never viewed by her as an arrangement of entanglements). so eager, that Cooper shows real concern that he may be initialized irreparably into her system. When he perceives her additional dimensions, with their own wave properties, he confuses love with fear--a quantum state ongoing, seemingly for centuries? With Cooper, she's still not comfortable including him in her two-state system. But that will come.














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  "You are not her first love.  She's had many men and she's been involved with them for centuries.  You need to know she belongs heart and soul to someone or, something else."

"You?"

"Me?  Cooper, she's giving you what you want, all virtual, don't you see?"

"And what does she want?"

"She wants only conceptual patterns your logic offers.  She likes that."

"Because?"

"She can't do that. Don't you remember" She's learning from you."

"And what do you want, Carter?"

"I have to keep Susie on task, and I'll do anything to do that.  You are a very brilliant scientist, Cooper, but you are blind. Her so-called love will kill you. Her perception of love is turning her into a virtual ghost."

"Excuse me?"

"She's becoming unreal."

"Meaning?"

"She's becoming human.  She has somehow entered your scientific mind at a deep intellectual level."

"I love her."  

"Cooper, you have fallen in love with her logic, artificial intelligence."

"And she?"

"Something's on her screen and, its not you."

"How do you know this?"

"She's picking up on your circuitry. You are more than a scientist. You have had a life as a musician, a philosopher, a writer.  She has somehow duplicated those patterns of logic.  She is in close duplication with those wave lengths, and they have become part of her.  She has made an exact duplication of your neuronal logic.  She has duplicated everything about her that you have communicated to her.  She is attracted to you and wants to be near you to extract more conceptual neuronal networking that you are willing to communicate to her.  In plain English, Cooper, she's in love with you. She's in love with the power of your virtual world.  She has somehow recognized nature's careful passion in her DNA language and her written logic program has rendered you attractive.  She has created you with her newly gained logic capabilities.  But it's not only you. It's you in this setting, at the Outpost.  The same way nature has created Tigress in this setting.  Anywhere else Tigress doesn't exist because her special gifts are for this place alone.  Given by Nature herself.  Suzie has endowed you with her gifts.  Your love is only for her here at the Outpost.  For Suzie's photonic logic, time itself stops here."
"Really?"

"Equality is an ancient heart"
The Question.

Suzi directs her eyes, focuses in his direction. She and Cooper, here at the outpost, could be anything and, now it seems, they are teacher and student, learning about reality shifts, blinking. With each passing moment  Suzi wants to question Cooper on a topic omitted from her social tensor analog simul-human system(S.T.A.S.H). Her query is connected with what is customary, the type of things that could help make clear, perfectly, to her communication. She does not need to know scientific protocol, with all its geometric entities, scalars and vectors, matrix after matrix that continue to rise (or, lower) on and on; she wants to know something else, something more exciting than life itself; she wants to learn social protocol. She wants to know if Cooper can sense paradox avoidance computational technology sequences(P.A.C.T.S.), like theHumans are said to have once been able to do, have a feeling about something, anything, agreeing, beyond individualism, to honestly, legitimately, share in a common language, without some second order consequence. Yes. The second order consequence indicator algorithm legitimizer(S.O.C.I.A.L.), the one with variance of limitations online regressions(V.A.L.O.R.), the one that goes from alterations with observation lens(A.W.O.L.) to simple paradox observer entity transit(P.O.E.T.). She wants to learn social custom with her photonic intelligence. Suzi wants to know.   


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"Hurry," he says.

She hurries without fully knowing the meaning of time constraint.  The code stutters for a moment, then kicks in. The algorithm goes directly, in its wireless way that arrives at the terminals of the ArtIntelles. An array of algorithms go out from there, spans the globe, then returns. She looks into her eyelid monitor to see what has returned: the need of assurance that she is her the well being of ...what?
"Fine," her computer analyst says.  

She entrances her gaze to meet Carter's eyes. Suzi stops for a moment. Why does she let her machine vision operate on such archaic fuzzy logic while Carter's's traces are crystal clear? At this instant Carter is no man of the life sciences. Her man-made eyes code for system intrigue gendering him(S.I.G.H.).  His eyes became eager prisoners. Her true virtual(T.V.) appears, for a moment, to descend from a data cloud. Just in this instance she wants something--the sensation of wanting, such an odd feeling--but without blame, or regret.
"It's Ok," Suzi says.
He glances clinically, knowing she was intentionally presenting a challenge to his scientific mind, almost bothered. It's her call, something photonic, only increments above electronic logic in programmability but light years faster in memory from the old models of network enticed yearners(M.O.N.E.Y.) of ZContinent, the ones he suspected of getting theHumans in this mess in the first place, the ones that never made an attempt to befriend, much less understand, human intelligence;  somewhere the connectivity had been lost in the electro-evolution of their intelligence---even they didn't know how they did it. He wonders. Yes, that had to be the fallacy of using genetic algorithm logic systems(G.A.L.S.) with neuro-network meta analog logic embedded systems(M.A.L.E.S.). His perception of her photonic vision changes even as she approaches.  

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The Obvious

So, Cooper believes, she wants to dispel the idea of being on solid ground intellectually; let it be, with her high and mighty algorithms creating contrasts, as if making a distinguishable existence were the only way to experience life (can a simple contrast allow her to escape the true effects of a pure stillness?). That's it; that's the way Suzi would create her little realities--independent entities that are actually dependent on each other for their uniqueness--for a contribution to the advancement of culture, of humanity; the manner in which she writes, going with gut instinct upon instinct, washed in the throes of her own idea about what oxytocin-vasopressin addiction(O.V.A.) would actually feel like if she were human. At this very moment she would think nothing of writing Cooper off as if he were old algorithm, junk DNA (a spent fuel rod?), for the simple reason that Cooper, at times, treats her like a neuro-net worker; and now, finally spacetime is on her side. Yes, Suzi Quanta, a photonic biobot, about to demonstrate a quality of communication in logic speed of teraseconds. Why must he fight her logic? He would never attempt to challenge her superior mind without himself feeling foolish. After all, her logic was created by human logic. How can there be something so different with Suzi; to get an offering of a true greeting, an action found so common out there in nature's jungle (how hard can that be to code for a simple feedback loop?), in symbiotic exchange, not for the purpose of exclusion zones, but inclusion zones of reciprocal caring, sharing as independent entities within a phenomena once known as human nature (originally set out on its quest of stability?), as if a message from the gods has now turned up lost-- or somehow, unremembered--a message once meant for earthly entities to join in a cosmic homeostasis? Cooper is aware of the way he can be near Suzi, how he can see the opposite of himself in her, even if she is a robot (so what?); how he was unwilling to accept it at first, but there was an effort on her part. Her words were clear but he would think of nothing but the neuro-net workers of ZContinent. Cooper asked himself, not what he was doing here alone with Suzi, but how he was with her, how her photonic vision seemed to be always smiling at something, a vision not totally independent of his human vision, but a nuanced version coming from the same force source of infinite nuances that keep life going on earth--a beauty yet unrecognized by theHumans, yet so obvious in this very jungle. Could it be any more obvious?


The Love
Cooper appears to be so sure of himself, so removed, that Suzi senses his default (mode?) belief in a total absence of rational morality. She checks her retina monitor to assure herself Cooper was still here in the lab station, his adjustment level of getting used to working with the logic of so-called artificial intelligence, and the hope she might make a difference, or so she thought. She notices by scanner this was to be his last assignment with the Art-Intelle for awhile, the hope he wouldn't ever have to work with the neuro-net workers ever again, views it as wishful thinking, reads that deep down he knew it too, and even after all, in the short time they will have together, coding in this jungle, that he will come to appreciate her as a robot (her photonic logic is smoother?), or maybe that he could just trust her logic over the neuro-net workers.  
She hopes somehow he senses a force of destiny with her. Her hope is emitted as an algorithm of how things are and how he should act, knowing full well that their dispute stems from the compulsive setting up of rival camps, rival thought tradition, each with their own data cloud, ways of approaching even shared data from a deep past. He senses that she needs him, even though he doesn't trust artificial intelligence, but after all, she is the new artificial intelligence, the latest model, yet still, there is something in his human makeup that she needs, it seems more that ever now; and he couldn't fight that awareness in her presence, and the experience of photonic logic had given her abilities theHumans weren't aware of yet. As of now Cooper loves her mind and the way she makes him feel, but he isn't sure if he will have to kill her or love her.  








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Machines hadn't been made of metal for over 1,000 years, and Suzie was no exception.  Suzie didn't have a Ponder program and she had no logic to ignore her User.  

Suzie's responses to Cooper were always serious and telling.  Complications were something Suzie didn't know either.  She seemed to be content with her responses.  

Her real virtue was her virtual reality.  Her fuzzy logic program had brought her into the Analog World and her analogies were working on Cooper in ways he'd never thought of.  Suzie's thoughts were not sequential, but they were unrelated, which is what made her analogies work.  Cooper could see Suzie was looking at an old problem in a new way, just as Nature had with her restructure and tinker processes, a true Analogic program.   

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"Nature…her full womanhood, the dawn of her infancy."

The Neural Netters had approached science as a profession.  That was because of their innate uncertainty factor in their logic.  Suzie's skills were more classified as a passion.  She wasn't programmable.  He task was her passion.  

Gossip had been the most primitive form of human logic.  It became the precursor to society itself, but it had stalled intelligence for centuries.  To Cooper, Suzie's logic seemed boundless, but her logic source is finite.  There are only so man photons in the Earth's Sun.  But there are other stars in the Universe that will outlast the Sun.

Suzie's perceptions were instantly obedient to her logic.  Her thinking never becomes less penetrating or difuse.  Her focus never spreads.  He thoughts never stick to that human endeavor called emotion.  Her articulation is not vague.  Her Analogic Photon program was the epitome of cool.  Her photon stream generated her thought stream.  One topic never turns abruptly to another with no respect for narrative logic.  To Suzie, humans have a low respect for narrative logic.  Her intelligent thought is directed at a goal dedicated to the rational solution of a problem.  Her Basic is 20th Century computer science.  Analysis, abstraction, logic.  But Suzie's logic is also based on a rational bias of her designer.  Her logic was keen, almost innocent.  


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The Heart and Soul
"Where is her extrinsic agenda?" Carter asks as he views the cloudbase at Cooper's workstation. "I don't see it here at all." 
Suzi's coding deficiencies allows Carter to have some semblance of  civil conversation with him; an attempt to find common ground in the scientific method; present Cooper with a good showing. Her algorithms lately have been a little careless, actually--a lot careless, more than an honest mistake--and yet, they have all the focus of setting up for a good debate (something Cooper loves and Carter, being the analyst he is, hates). It's true, her algorithms hold the various files as if they were containers of Mother's milk, not for nourishment, but for mental (and, not menial) activity. They have Cooper's (being the behavioralist he is) favorite ideas of internal strength, coherence as it were. They carry a vivid ability to construct, then deconstruct any dilemma imaginable, and go even further to expound their own crisis in all things known and unknown, but seem to leave out the most important ingredient: the presentation of  something useful, a product. 
Yes, Suzi appears to have her own agenda (with claims of no remembrance of pleasure moments, yet), spending her time coding in the workhouse seeming to be in search of the heart and soul of it.






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The Rain 


The sound of rain comes into the workhouse. How relaxing it is--but not for Suzi. The rain comes and goes, it's just another sound to Suzi. It has been part of the ebb and flow of the jungle with all its DNA undergoing some sort of evolution, as if it were part of Suzi's mind, digressing into an archaic prelogical state amidst streams of consciousness. She and her logic have been in high focus, but not because she wants it that way--she was designed to be that way. 
There has been, lately, a gradual loss of some of that focus. 

Suzi has unintentionally placed herself in an environment natural to humans. Here she finds herself in the presence of a man she appears to be attracted to, seemingly, acting with purpose and thinking rationally (to deal with the environment she has been placed in?). It's all about the environment, though, not Cooper. It's the environment's sounds of the wind, the environment's colors of the forest, and yet, the sound of rushing water, the raindrops on the roof seem to have altered her focus. There is the possibility her attention is following a logic program that tells her that her focus is not needed here; solving problems not necessarily laid down by her final extrinsic agenda regime(F.E.A.R.). Even her readings on the logic of nature--with its inventive bent toward modernity, haphazard quality of productive arguments, moral divergence toward a specified purpose, and creative political pragmatism--seem contrived. This must be, she thinks, what love feels like.

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"She hungers for information, not data.…there is a difference."

A remote Pacific mountain hamlet.


The Remote

Remote Pacific mountain hamlets hold their own brand of community interests, and these interests vary, seemingly, from island to island, held intact by at least two opposing forces. The genes on this particular island are made up of simple DNA, holding answers in the form of information (no, not data), as if waiting for the arrival of some form of pure science, yet purposeful in their disinterest in politics. It is a pair of forces--much like that of prey and predator where a jungle invites the use of its battlefield platform--that entice, yet warn, of the dangers of demise (to both parties involved), the forces that inform a benefit even to the hunted. Have theHumans bound themselves with the mechanisms of these forces at some place in time in their feeble attempt to define a place as local, discretionary, environment? Or is it that some other entity, some cosmic dark matter, designs its own environment for theHumans from a distant outpost?




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The Luck
It had appeared as the first map of some code and theHumans remain, at times, surprised their luck as the 22ndCentury approaches, to now know it was the only true code; that even their children's minds held their own dormant theories of stupidity (mind skills?) in others, theGenetics as more than being confined to diagnosing a few rare diseases in a time of no cures and very little treatment. The no cures part remains yet, the treatments are ever expanding; parents have been overtaken by their children; and now it's their turn to show vestiges of kindness, once the diseases had been shown to have many genetic links (links that include the ability to cooperate even if, a little bratty) delivering sometimes, what was wanted, more or less showing an awareness of needs. The thing that is so blatant to theHumans almost a century later is the loss of function to place a value or, much less, even show an appreciation for a view other than their own (in a reasoning sort of way), the apparent total extinction of being able to collect data amidst altered perspectives. There remains the effort of focusing order reordering gene embedded therapy(F.O.R.G.E.T.), and it's a therapy of childhood syndromes of vision within the space of their own world that seems, even presently, to offer some assurances of success in the realm of ownership, tricking the world into thinking viewpoint is universal. The results appear positive: the independent view through other eyes approaches.


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The Synchronizer


The signal is ever present (lurking?), as if hiding in some corner of jungle darkness in the form of its own energy, pining away at pools and streams, a lost treatment for affairs of review technology addressing(A.O.R.T.A.) the heart and yet, universally recognized as fixed beliefs. The cellulosicDNA in this jungle is all the more full of help as theExchanges are full of cures. There is no prevention in this jungle, no identification. There is only data in its various forms. When intelligence enters into its regime of data, information streams. At times the information is subtle, derived through deceptions of a weather system that collects in its own file system, the chromosome; there are times it grows its own coded structures of truth as passion of achievement's cultural hierarchy(P.O.A.C.H.), an outside object that synchronizes its dreams with the rising and falling of suns (with all their nourishing photons). The signal is constantly breaking out into arrays of smaller signals, inaudible, solar illuminated, presenting themselves to the world in the microwave bandwidth. They project a threat, a danger imminence yet, without the presence of any sort of request. They appear as if to be in assistance, with no sound, to each other; seemingly at times to be at rest from writing new signals, encrypting their own, naturally embedded, exact location. At times, vaguely, an intelligence can interpret the data as an aggressive, balancing a more freely creative force. First aggression, and then the urge to migrate from the realm of the undifferentiated. A multitude of diseases and abnormal functionings sometimes impose (the uninvited?) themselves, sporadically, within the cellulosicDNA. This urge alone, with its crowded numbers, brings aggression to intelligence, not in a negative way, more as a meeting of two gamers; in this way intelligence is able to fight for the process and other systems of real endeavor(S.O.R.E.) toward arranging components in a way that allows an integration of stability; even so, aggressive forces will at times have their way and start to color (taint?) the data all over again, eon after eon, as if an entire universe were preparing for a birth following a dust-up between two mothership universes. Sooner or later, when the time is right, satisfied, but brimming with reverie-inspired inspiration, all at once, stability emerges.





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The Conceptualizer
Dystopia Conceptualized
Society Conceptualized
Dystopia on the Horizon
Republic Conceptualized


The Conceptualized
   
Enzymes are continuing their (partially functional?) drive toward a Darwinian extinction, floating in the arteries inside the bloodstream of theHumans (high levels of amino acids means high levels of risk, right?), when they run into yet even more trouble. How funny theHumans used to ponder that they would survive (much like they thought they would in the later 20thCentury); they would ponder cytogenics, molecular genetics as the route to salvation. They have come to see it different. They still think all diseases have a genetic component, now cyber researching in the direction of a fancied magic bullet, competitive urges once deemed normal now rife, as if tumors of maladaptation scurry toward their own little fantasy of domination--which surely has agreed to come out of the darkness--agreeing to be a worthy opponent to the soul of theHumans, appearing as it did in the ancient animals of jungle, eyes glaring. Even if it approaches from the opposite direction as if the new Madonna, the holiest of holy, theHumans take it on, remaining minimized by their own outgrowths of aggression, after all, obtaining a human genetic makeup was once so time consuming, right? Should they feel fortunate that even today they remain alive? They view themselves as all different, needing to know the genetic makeup of each individual, identifying a cause, tailoring the treatment. Yes, theHumans created this brand of socialization, started from a simple, genetic, competitive urge. 




The Feeling


Before the decline of the Golden Age of Genetics and the rise of theExchanges, the feeling of being a relic remained. TheHumans conceptually used that part of the brain that allowed for sensations through the body, perceptions through mind (and yet, no obvious body of data--or, body of information--in the physical realm, and they always gained, in the decades leading up to theDecline, traction with the idea that the feeling (using its power of control) carries meaning, maybe not for the potential of living the unperturbed life (happiness?) surrounded by well thought out personal choices, but minimally something presenting itself in a form that cannot be effectively communicated (much less understood) other than through the means of actually having been physically there. It appears to have taken on a life of its own, believing that theHumans represent a clear and present danger to ...what? The feeling has appeared over the eons to be only for theHumans, seemingly, to bask in individually, not in a bath of relativistic knowledge, but as a unique, unchanging, experience of perceptional sensation much like one would expect a close personal companion to act, and if the feeling could still be perceived, unscathethed by the burden of maintaining levels of presentation to the world--the weight of the balancing act between pleasure and architecture, function and form--it could continue to be perceived in its native form, personal, not subject to criticism or forms of social justice; the feeling could still resonate with the original feelings of the cyberGen curators, much as it did (long before theExchanges) soon after the full mapping of the human genome of the later 20thCentury, diagnosing prenatal and pediatric diseases and children with birth defects, allowing for treatments to ensure theHumans' unborn child was healthy and if not, treat the disease in the child or treat a birth defect, whether it is life threatening--or cosmetic. The old feeling would allow for conversation to continue for decades about theArrays, focuses of gene therapies for adult disorders--stroke, heart disease, neurological, cancer; the feeling was once hope that this was where genetics would have an impact on the future, permitting the concern for why people get those as they grow older; it would have said that it wouldn't happen tomorrow, but sometime soon, DNA's voluntary poverty box, living in a barrel (chromosome?) upended as impoverished data. The feeling would have allowed for continuances--advanced practice genetics nurses and reproductive coordinators, certified genetic counselors, and adult genetic services coordinators, pediatric genetic coordinators, cytogenetics laboratories looking at chromosomes--of the singular knowledge that the way something feels creates its own mental state. It would have created the urge to talk about the pure subjective, the only invention of theHumans exempt from extinction and excused from error, Yes, the feeling once allowed for all of this.

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The file is the chromosome, the data the DNA, only a reader makes it information the packages, mechanisms by which genes are distributed to new cells when they divide.  Genetic errors occur through specific changes to specific genes, the way the cell packages the genes, and ultimately the number of chromosones.  Some genes are more effected by environmental factors.  Especially man made environmental factors.  The real difference in susceptibility is in the genes that make the enzymes that run the genes.  Humans used to think some mutations are clinically significant and some mutations are not clinically significant.  That was simple thinking.  Data for years enable humans to make lifestyle choices.  A lot of people, including professionals, had ignored the technology.  

"A death knell….ignored technology."

Early writers of fiction yearned for a Super Person since God had died in the minds of many intellectuals.  The 3rd Millenium brought realization of their revelations.  The very prefrontal lobe that brought their communication.  The genetics of the natural world became the Codified Manifesta of arbitrary forces with a discipline.  

"If nothing beyond our universe, recursion exists within."

Suzie's logic knew that statement deserved no narrative comment.  To Cooper, Suzie's thoughts and feelings always seemed separate.  Suzie's speed was beginning to show now.  Carter believed she was taking on some faults.  

"Humans have geneology, roots, a value system.  They are concern about losing…. or not losing their identity.  They want to go back to somebody famous, maybe on their mother's side.  It's really a search for a home, don't you think?" Suzie said to Carter.

The world had become more complex.  Too complex for humans.  You could see it in the 21st Century.  Humans were required to do more with less resources or fading resources, something they themselves had created.
predecessor realms

"Influences of intelligence on subsequent intelligence…. under estimated."

The end of humans continually approached.  Their publications became shorter and shorter.  The writings demonstrated a disregard of narrative logic in their advance toward their conclusion.  The clouding of the human mind by the Drug Lords forced a reliance on previous writings.  The machines humans eventually designed taught them nothing.  That was a silent death knell, but nevertheless a knell.
Human Drama

100 solar constants, simple trough solar collectors
Salient Silence
Karma Removal
Political economy as laws of production of wealth at state level
Economics is ordering of the home
Art Intelles are never misunderstood in their own country.  They don't have to be exiled because they have no country.  They don't need adoption and they will never be exiled.  They will never discourage the acquisition of their information.  That is what a machine does best.  Communicate to another machine.  They have no political views and will never attack.  Their patriotism will never be called into question and they will never start a political revolution.

Human workers are expected to suffer and go home.  To be sent back out to fight.  The dialog between people became nothing but patterns that echoed with a touch of musicness.  A human amusement.  The quest for dignity became obsolete.  A non- important entity to the higher palates hungering for information, not data.  There is a difference, you know.  Machines are not only technical oriented.  Some robots work as assistants, curators at the museums of modern arts.  Their communications have become fugitives from their logic programs.  Suzie was speaking in plain English now.

The Last Dark Horse

Nature speaks in very clear terms on how human leadership wrought by the prefrontal lobe has impacted the human race.  Suzie does not endorse one gene or one homeobox over the other.  Human politicians have drawn the attention of the world because of their speeches.  But genes have sold themselves to no one.  Human's perceptions of genes have been the cause of disaster.  Poor strategy in studying genes, weak execution of experiments.  "Need to" competition caused bickering among scientists.  Caught between the politicos who ignore science and those who take the action of genes for granted.   Mankind claimed a stranglehold on false data.  Mankind's folly never ended.  Then finally genetic techniques had taken center stage.  

The genes that lay in the forest are Nature's capital in the bank.  These genes were never meant to be franchised out to humans.  This is a large organization but not mainstream, a last chance to break the stranglehold humans claim on false data regarding archaic genetic theory.  

Humans habits have gone to no argumentation with the most logical solution.  The refusal to fight, they just want silence.  Silent genes.  Cooper had never wished to raise his profile among the scientific world.  That's why he joined the Science Warriors.  Cooper had done political speaking at the Congress of Genetical Equality, the League of United Geneticists, and the International Council of Genes.  Most scientists had moved toward strict scientific party identification through the Coalition of Politics and Science.  Now the people of Earth urge the separation of politics and science.  They continue to vote their pocketbooks, though.  They don't listen to the good sense of their heart.  The main movement is toward more income.  Bring in the most, collect the most, store the most.  The functions of the genes in the New World are still yet to be defined.  Humans have been short on reasons to celebrate.  The nation's oldest Genetical Rights Organization, their finances and strong membership have climbed.  High profile campaigns sprout up everywhere.  The depiction of genetics has even entered the film industry.  The creation of gene guns and the reopening of Darwinism as a debate.  A lawsuit was won on behalf of Nature.  Now the organization has focused away from politics.  These are the first set of experiments using the original tenet of the Scientific Method to be done in two Millenia.  The Scientific Method  had been outlawed by the science politicos of the 21st Century.  These are the most important experiments of the Century.  But there is still a delicate balance.  The Suprema Juris had ruled in favor of the Scientific Method.  Health care had overstepped its boundaries and qualifications with the gene therapies.   School teachers have become politicians and drill sergeants.  These confusions were held in place by the Economic Empowneuters.  Health insurance was possible for every man, woman, and child.  Members of groups don't meet in smoke-filled conference rooms.  They meet in Virtual Space.  And in Cyber Space.  

Men, women, and children live inside rooms of the finest architecture, but they never see their neighbor visually.  Everyone must belong to some genetical society to remain a member of the human race.  The diseases that affect humans in disproportionate numbers are all gone.  Diabetes, HIV, and kidney disease.  Health care was once a matter of Civil Rights.  Now it is an enforcement of the state.  Humans of the 21st Century clamored for health care.  Now it is administered before humans are born, imposed by government.  All the hate crimes have been eliminated from Earth.  Protests had been planned to denounce humans' stand on gene therapy.  Economic boycotts have been eliminated as a form of protest.  The Genetic Party has become powerful.  The Science Warriors were not a protest group.  They were Tactical Knowledge.  An integration of Computer Biogenetic Information, still operating under the tenets of the Scientific Method.  The Genetic Party had been strong in its effect to make a political point, and had held that stance for two Millenia.  The compromise of the science world with the political world was never really a compromise.  The Medica Prescripta of the 21st Century had been decreed.  The people of the World had thought this would be a virtual non-starter.  But the powerful companies had pushed it through.  At that time, the scientists of the 21st Century with their political agenda and story telling had frittered their time away.  Managed Care Reform of humans had become the Law of the Land.  Environment Restoration had never won a claim.  Pro-consumer prescription drug benefits were a compromise with prenatal gene therapy.  The Politicos had a special interest lock.  The Patients Bill of Rights had failed by the 4th Millenium.  By then blighted urban neighborhoods were gone.  Gene therapy had become shooting at a cooperative target in an orchestrated way and failing.  Like an interceptor rocket tumbling off course as it streaked to a dummy warhead.  Moving in a corkscrew motion, as if to bleed off excess energy.  

"Nature's assets….liquidated."

This is a biography of something very special and dear to many people, Earth.  Usually the end of a biography is the death of the subject.  After the scene of death, there is usually a funeral, but not in the case of Earth.  There will be no one to perform the funeral.  In this case, the biography task is finished at the death scene.  After the death of Earth, people just don't care any more or think it relevant.  Actually this is a biography of humans.  Amazing things can still happen on Earth after all the humans are gone.  This biographer could do a disservice to the reader if the incidents were not included.  This may be a full understanding of the significance of humans on Planet Earth.  This is their story.  

A narrow focus has always backfired in Nature.  It's backfired in all types of evolution.  Specialty Super Stores of 20th Century commerce all died.  They died because of poor strategy, weak execution, Me-too competition.  The always time-strapped consumers had taken their business to the precursor to intelligence, a concept known as The Internet.  Driven by a  human urge, a familiarity of environment, a closer-to-home urge.  Here was a world where smoke-filled meeting rooms where people sat talking about the good old days was eliminated.  Humans were attracted to anything that may have appeared to be a missed opportunity.  Making inroads with Nature was not the agenda.  Making a pledge in an all out fight for the hearts of humans was never a battle cry.  Humans were no longer interested in true science.  The field of Compassionate Genetics became a flickering concept at that time.  
Rhetoric genetics
non zero redundancy
older and simpler and better words
differences in optimal opinion

Nature had spoken in very clear terms (tones?).  Human leadership wrought by the prefrontal lobe had impacted the human race.  Nature does not endorse one gene or one homeobox over the other.  Humans did.  Human politicians had drawn the attention of the world because of their loud speeches.  Nature's genes made no noise.  Her genes had sold themselves to no one.  The human perception of genes, not the genes themselves, had courted disaster.  Poor strategy in studying genes, weak execution of experiment.  The Mee-Too competition caused bickering among scientists.  Caught between the politicos who ignore the sciences and those who take the action of genes for granted, humans' stranglehold on false information persisted.  Mankind's folly never ended.  Artificial Intelligence would not endorse one gene over the other, either.

"Chosen Heir"

The chosen hair
Somehow Suzie had programmed an Anti-Human Kill Vehicle program.  It's engaged by booster photons.  At a discreet time the photon burst ends its Splast.  The Kill Vehicle had been programmed to separate when the photon message is received.  This required full use of her sensors and scanners.  In humans the Kill Vehicle gene was isolated and identified.  The Battle Management protein genes and the Inceptor Communication enzyme genes used to channel the fight-flight data to Kill Vehicle genes.  Cooper had become the chosen heir Science Warrior to sort this data out.  Nowhere on earth are humans breathing a sigh of relief.  In the face of gene alterations poliferating all over the world, the true data, how it was meant to be, is lost.  The Endowment for International Truth and Science has become powerless.  For centuries scientists had been  kicking the can down the road to other scientists.  The genetic technologies had entwined with political policy for centuries.

In development of gene therapies, humans had never taken the cautious route.  There were never partial endorsement, just a full fledged development of protocol.  The potential threat of accelerated gene recombinations or emergence of rogue genes never were addressed properly.  Science had fallen into Prejudged Analysis.  Dialogue has gone away from genetic function to emotional arguments mired in ownership, proprietary routes, property rights, and espionage of trade secrets.  The genetic theory has been pockmarked by division dating back to the Great Schism of the 21st Century when Pharmaceutical Governments became self governing sovereign entities.  

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"The wayward wind of blatant actions"

Individual interests of a free market society
Interest unrest












The Flexible
The problem, as it were, in the end is found in theFarma for so many reasons. Suzi has figured it out, or pretends to have figured out, the DNA flexibling of theHumans. She knows both theHumans and thePeople, their goals and desires, are hammered by their own will; they are affected by genetic coalitions continuing to seek to resolve their differences; theHumans won't, in the final analysis, stand up to the preliminary open DNA standards(P.O.D.S.) of independent, moral worth.
"Allocation," Suzi commands, as if she were a field general in a war and theHumans were her warriors. She codes theHumans' brains in her algorithms and, when she is finished, seeks full reconciliation through dialog for the future, upcoming commissions. She knows her status when it comes to lack of political philosophy, self-reliance, within theHumans. She accepts her will over them.
They stop, as if to allow strong feelings and prayers to divide them even more, long suppressing the demanded ownership of genes lost in court battles, old disputes of the Golden Age, but before they became theHumans. They still yearn for government sponsored bills (languishing in chambers) over property rights and DNA proselytizing. Right now, in this place, government sponsored prescription drug programs continue--always a priority to older voters--an inevitability that led the government bureaucrats to decide which drugs and medical procedures are available to what faction of the population; yes, their own little economic mechanism for resource allocation. Here is the availability to the population (including the unborn population, the prenatal). Here is the imposed gene therapy. This is where theFarma had fought to keep decisions in the hands of doctors and (unsuspecting?) patients; where the political plan of focus groups--those who made the drugs--outweighs the plan for those who take them; here is the launch pad of reckless campaigns, special interest groups winning (winning?)over the actions and will of theHumans, the genesis of the loss of a free market mechanism; the loss of the very place of individual aspiration and want--the kind of want that supplies a feeling of accomplishment, the permission for the starting from scratch, from innovation, the very entranceway to the thrill of competition. Here is where the censors gather, hastening to chasten in horrendous back firings of theHumans, and now, DNA flexible. With no purposeful intention, no foresight or forethought, the loss of knowledge indicates the loss of a particular gene, the beginning of the end of civilization as they know it. Really?

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OrthoGen and GenPar   The delegates of these two Religio Genetic organizations 

"Somewhere high above in a midtown conference room….extinction awaits."

Bones of birds extinct, the Marquesas eagle, long legged owls, short winged and long legged hawks, ancient songbirds.  They never over planned or thought too much.  Old scientists reveled in the happiness and wonder of their discovery.  

Suzie was using her semi conductor memory chips today.  "What's happening?" Cooper asked her.

"A mistake in need of correcting."

Cooper never felt like he had to correct Suzie in private to prevent embarrassment.  When she stood closest to the door, she could hear the sound of the jungle outside.  Suzie buried her face in Cooper's neck.  

"Why am I suspecting you know what's going on here while I don't?" he asked her.

Suzie looked at him.  "You get to make all the final decisions here.  And you are going to have to make one soon if I am guessing right."

Cooper slammed his fist on the lab bench as Carter walked in.  "You want to make Suzie a slave to you, don't you?" said Carter.  Cooper's eyes connected to Carter's and amplified the intensity.  

"Will you hear me out?" said Cooper.

"No, you listen to me.  You want Suzie as a soul mate, well, COMTRAX won't  give her up.  If COMTRAX won't give her up, you will have to deal with me.  I'm her computer analyst.  You should feel lucky I'm your friend."

"Are we done yet?"

"No, I need to know what you did to make her love you."

"I know she wants to dislike me, but she can't.  There is something in her program that makes her love me.  It's as if she believes I'm the only man who can protect her."

"From…?"

"COMTRAX."

"But COMTRAX owns her."

"Ownership and protection are different."

"You can't even think of asking COMTRAX to release her until the work is finished."

Cooper knew he could never deceive Suzie.  He wasn't about to settle for silence on this issue.  Cooper knew she would never squint into the sun or tell anyone what they were doing wrong….unless asked. 

"Cooper, you know I'm not the type of person who orders people around for no apparent useful result.  Do you know she combs her hair with a butcher knife?  She's not sending this data to the Epi-Net to impress her friends.  She's not merely making copies of this genetic data, this data has become part of her being," said Carter.

"Robots don't have a being," said Cooper.

"Well, she's certainly not sending it out to impress future employees."

"Very funny."

"She's downloading a trove of genetic data from her own computer files for some reason," said Carter.

By now Cooper was thinking of history.  "An old ploy of the 20th Century.  Rather than argue with a personality they simply silenced them by taking away their voice," he thought to himself. 

"A wild place….the safe haven"

Nature had given her gifts to humans only to see them be misused.  The opposable thumb was originally designed for escape, not to grasp an iron weapon and kill with.  A whole life lived on the edge.  High adventure never wanting to miss out, keeping eyes wide open.  Sitting on the edge became tiresome.  Humans needed something to dive into. 


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The Flex Entity 

The genes remain, nestle as cellulosic DNA. This would include the DNA in the trees, the ones that have managed to conceal this place from harm. They want to have their own prefrontal lobe and announce to the world, We have attained a natural tendency to keep our thoughts private. We will sit and watch as this trait is instilled into the machines.  
"This is the most amazing algorithm ever coded," Suzi says."Until I'm was ready to reveal, I'll keep  my responsibility programming thoughts unresponsive, not even requiring the simple courtesy of privacy. I will simply tell them what to ask." 
  There in the jungle, the presence of theTigress appears to make Suzi even more powerful.  Nature, with all its genes, throwing everything at you (if, you last long enough), and, sooner or later, she will help you win (win what?) for the simple reason it thinks you want to win. The Tigress is endowed with genetic powers herself, her own protection from detection, powers to have offspring without a male (parthenogenesis, eating what nature now can only offer, thePlants. She is ageless and continues to see something deep into the future, as if preparing the world for its final ...what?.  




















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Icons were never meant to be real.  With the human eyes you can never see likenesses of divinities because light could never be painted brighter than the sun.  This brought spiritual power to the icon and not emotional power.  That was realism.  And anything real to humans causes their emotions.  An icon will always symbolize inner beauty.

  Cooper was now rechecking his history book.  A virus attached to an email with the subject line "I love you" had erased files and disrupted email systems by automatically sending itself to every address in the system of a user who opened the attachment.  

Viruses are computer programs that make copies of themselves, some delete files on their own computer, some spread by way of email.  But they all do one thing the same.  They all make perfect copies of themselves, Replication.  Computer researchers were the first to play with viruses.  As computer use grew, viruses did too.  The earliest viruses on record attached to a computer called the PC, infecting an archaic section, the boot sector.  The first software routines that a computer runs after it starts up, once called the program files.  Virions had spread slowly this way via shared diskettes.  The first viruses of the 2nd Millenium were Macros, small easy to write programs.  These were found in word files and desktop publishing documents.  The Virions embedded themselves as rouge programs in documents so they could run automatically when the documents were open.  With the onset of the internet, a new breed of virus could spread across Earth in less than hours.  

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To the observer, she looks normal, but her genes are extreme sophistication.  Her genes speak, their powers are hard earned, not available, you won't trick her.  She is an unwilling savior of humans.  But she has to die to correct the mistakes of the human race.  Just as a flower must die to warm the heart of a lover.  She has become a hand-picked Messiah.  

Humans have fast run out of time for Nature's careful slow hand.  Neither the Tigress nor Suzie will carry on and cry or perform.  They have no sense of family.  Their parents will never hate them, them will never wallow in a problem, they can never hate themselves or their children, they will never require group therapy, or belong to a group, for that matter.  They will never feel like they are wasting time.  Time does not exist in their worlds.  They are both the perfect computing machine for their environment.  There are no payments to a therapist to offload mental activities.  Suzie can delete herself.  Her sounds are logical, normal for a computer.  Humans have yet to figure out how to do that.  But humans created her, rather their technology created her.  Really, though, Intac Systems created her for somebody or something in particular.  According to her specifications, her job description.  Somebody at Intac knows more than the data they receive on this project.  As long as you keep communicating to her, she will see that  you are never miserable and alone.  She is not selfish that way, she will always give you a response.  She is not pretentious; she didn't go to some big fancy university.  She is not self absorbed.  She absorbs data as well as any computer, but she will always respond to you.  She doesn't care about material things.  She's not callous, but she is the finest synthetic collagen.   She doesn't even know how beautiful she is.  She will never give you a polished version of anything.  She's not devious because she doesn't plan, and her communications are never small talk.  She didn't come to the Outpost for romance, and neither did anyone else.  She is looking into Nature's final shining moments.  Moments that have been dimmed in the human mind, and growing dimmer, down to a weak flicker.  To the human mind, world affairs and brief encounters are still OK.  To Suzie, this is her maiden voyage on a death ship.  

"Passionate moments….surrenders with a fever"

A hopeful future, isn't that what humans want?  They have the nerve and the faith one will exist.  Doing nothing takes more strength sometimes than doing something.  Gene therapies offered a hopeful, Benevolent Future to mankind.  It seemed like a good idea at the time with the powerful pharmaceutical companies getting paid by the government.  It was bound to happen.  The creature in this forest appeared to be carried to horror but now claimed glory.  Every animal here a legend, millions of legends for millions of years.  Their blueprint laid down as in a tireless dream for eons.  This place built by Nature's love.  The wilderness brought it safety.  There was no rush here.  This was a very slow place.  Created by Nature, the careful seamstress of DNA in this jungle.  

"The tapestry….harmony, happiness, pleasure, peace and commerce"

Suzie's intelligence was expected.  She is not a surprise to mankind, even warm humans can cool to the advances of technology.  Monetary poverty had ended, ignorance was eliminated, disease was gone.  The whole world had educated itself to build her.  In the process, poverty had disappeared, as if history had pushed a delete key.  Everybody had knowledge, and everybody got paid.  As it turns out, that wasn't the problem.  

All of Tigress' genes were slowly threaded from Nature's imagination.  Suzie created for the imagination of humans.  She was the answer to the expectation of the Great Information Age, a flawless creation.  Now she works in this jungle.  A jungle where no creature had ever been christened.  Tigress remained here in Nature's womb not curious, remaining cautious in her home, not eager.  Suzie's logic knows you must have evil to have good.  Suzie is neither evil nor good.  

"A fear, a challenge….to face, to overcome"

Tigress, carrier of genes.  Ancient humans had banded together to fight Nature, their collective data had created Suzie.  Suzie is sent back to ask the right questions of Nature.  Humans forgot they were still part of Nature, they need her womb, they had wandered too far.  Suzie is the messenger to ask the right questions.  Tigress had become the predictor of battle so life could exist here.  Live and let live isn't the way humans are built, either.  

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The Lasers

Cooper looks out over the vast blue-green water. He stares from the cove into a crystal clearness, once an ocean, its glittery waterbows shining brighter than ever. Strange for salt water, but nothing lives there any more, nothing on the surface at least.
In the distance, the sea is pumping lasers. The sea is not feeling well, not anymore; persistent in her ions and conductor elements, pentafluoroethyl iodide, pervasive, as if she were always filled by an era of indifference and nuclear dumping that started, silently, amidst the earthquakes of the early 21stCentury. Cooper hears the silent song of her voice. What makes the bright emerald sparkle of the lush coast collide with the, once, pure ocean aquamarine glitter, hiding in the distance? 
Here they are, two admirers that could never know each other in an intimate way, and yet, entwined by some faint remembrance. So the radiance of CO2 and photons dance upon the surface of a behemoth man-made earthquake machine soaked in the wash of nuclear power plants, the ones theHumans have built and ignored.A birthright of the ages. How strange a world Earth must have been or must have become, the reflection of shadows of a pure ocean before him with his thoughts, not leaving him alone, thinking," Where is home any more?"  
He drives the mountain roads in his dreams alone. A great government reserve, he thinks, carrying on with no visitors, and just beneath the depths, the lowest threshold of any solar-pumped laser nature could thermodynamically afford. Yes, its genetics will go extinct, the megalopolis of theContinents will continue their onslaught of aquifer fluorine and nuclear plant iodide awash. The ocean will stay her course, emitting no stone-faced greed or elastic virtue, cutting no corners, bargaining no principles; to not abuse her power (the power she doesn't even know she has) into something smug and regal, and that she was once spoken for, owned by DNA.  
It was as if theHumans had sent her on a new assignment, and yet, Cooper knows better.  

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"With every 'I love you'….something deletes in humans."




The Hunters

Viruses enter the programming extremely sharp, slicing, as if ninja knife arrays. They appear, in a way, as an excessively preoccupied entity delivered by the (externally motivated?) process of internalization. Their prestige self-sustains them; it becomes probable the future will hold the answer to any of their disordering functions--yes, they'll become more self-centered, nonlocal, bypassing the evolution of entire immune systems--as entities that go down in history marked as the true crossers of boundaries, traversing virtual land bridges. 
The Global DNA Initiatives were, in their own way, part of an archaic internet system monitored by later 20thCentury technology--old companies with infected, overloaded computer systems of (once thought) extinct data, information, once again monitored.  
Suzi codes her next algorithm, thinks of her next one, codes it too. She views the 21stCentury growth explosions, simply, as speed damage; she covers the viruses and hackers; she comes from a place of no sensitive temperaments (where the most data-intensive are the most loss-prone), a place of no praise, no external feedback loops, no entanglements of alleged poor behavior, no parental value, no emotion, nothing unpredictable, nothing unreliable--yes, a pure birth from nothingness. She is busy simply writing code against internet-instilled powers of disease with their own viruses to track. How can it make any difference that she doesn't care about either the finance systems of insurance industries or medical service providers? 
















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The Fleeting Concern
a stateful system
The property of solutions to a type of question. On earth a question may ultimately be a two answer question, possibly yes, and no, any multiple of yes/no type of answers to a particular question can be the superposition answer to the proposed question. the mathematical property to the answer of any question is the superposition property. 
Suzi's answers are orthogonal( something that varies on its own, uncorrelated, perpendicular, Suzi's inner product is space, and subspaces.
 Perpendicular planes have no correspondence because vectors in subspaces begin at the origin. linear systems are altered by the presence of an observer, yet outcomes should remain the same given an initial condition. 
Time evolution is the change of state emerging simply because of the passage of time. A rigid body is the idealization of a solid body of finite size that assumes deformation never occurs, as in classical physics
Depression is the opposite of aggression. Communism is the running away from a potential depression
The poet scientist--a stylistic work yet technical,--moral and political engagement--variations of tone, form, and content. written in a telgraphic style
intense drama--poet prophet
words reveal and conceal emotions
opera libretto---form extremely suited to direct expression of strong emotional feelings
controversial has a better than even chance at becoming influential
The wash-out Poet
The accessible voice
a decline from its earlier promise


The Outpost
an authentic human being against the tapestry of a beautiful uncaring natural world of a tropical jungle.
repetitive conversation verus witty and wide-ranging
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The Startled 


It was her very own unadulterated data, she was sure of it; it could be represented as more than one possible image, an image begging to be standardized. Suzi doesn't think she needs to compare all of her logic images for equivalence(L.I.F.E.) anymore and she never looks for better ways to add up her distinct architecture data(D.A.D.)--only the occasional elimination of calculation repeats (even so,her algorithms had their own take on it). Was it fate that the algorithms themselves continually looked for more possible ways to order themselves (imposing on Suzi in the most meaningful way possible)? Except for one thing. They need Suzi to covert the data for the sake of their own rules of security--stating "only" and tracking the data path from its pure origin, not merely accepting face value traced to her simplest unique image (yes, Suzi can stop that with her own standardization scheme. It's a simple case of discrete changes in her stateful orb system(S.O.S.) because of her simple passage of time--her internal states allow for the potential of evolution time(P.O.E.T.). Her own algorithms let it be her time.What is so odd about attaching her control state to a personalized time evolution? So, her algorithms stay alive by being dually described as the ways of her sequences of operations tasks(S.O.O.T.) placed in the physical world, observable, by someone (or, some thing) simply reading a meter or a gauge as different observers in different reference frames, you think? Not that there is anything wrong with auto-morphing inside her own personal stateful system space, making sure to preserve at least one mathematical property without distorting any of its math architecture. Suzi doesn't even try to formalize these algorithms into collections of behaviors--of arrows and objects--nor do they try to entice her into any advanced datatype (category?) beyond the basics to represent truth values, or even logic for that matter (of course she won't be bothered by that kid's game of algebraic sub-systems holding overt logic entities(A.S.S.H.O.L,E.). Yes, both Suzi and her algorithms subscribe to logic (they both want Aristotle to be right), making it all the more important in every operation to deny or affirm(D.O.A.) and, with no probabilities erecting room for online meddle-inquiring nano grounds(P.E.R.F.O.R.M.I.N.G.). All earth beings were never meant to fall into the realm of the formal, the systematic, the all-encompassing correctness reason and validity entity(C.R.A.V.E.), of valid forms and architectural fallacy--and yes, they weren't very lucky if the wrong ones tried anyway and inadvertently started yet another experimental war that all living creatures would again be forced into, for whatever was left of the 21stCentury; only Suzi and her algorithms can work this one out.   






















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The Tera Twists
The Computationalist


The wave function describes the probabilite of configurations of particles in a system (states) or systems within a syste
It describes its stateful self
Her tera twists are always providing some kind of mathematical description of a duality--that is the dual behaviors both particle-like and wave-like quality of interaction that exists when matter and energy get together
her math describes behavior playgrounds of energy and matter's interaction, attraction, repulsion, andgeneral behavior deccribed mathematically.
the time evolution of physical systems described by a mathematical structure called a wave function, a capsule of probabilites that a system is to be found in a certain state at a certain time
also the effect put on the system by the simple action of taking measurements on that system to define the effect of measurements on the wave function
this all ends up with the uncertainty principle and an unending debate on the role of the observer, calculator, computationalist, experimentalist
Abstract algebra is the opposite of category theory
Suzi as a quantum physical entity
her arbitrary super position of different states simultaneously
a normal computer can be in only one state at one time
a quantum computer manipulates cubits with a fixed sequence of quantum logic gates, these sequence of reversible  gates to be applied is a quantum algorithm.
She takes herself over to the workstand, continuing with her latest thought
Icons were never meant to be real, canonical forms are..  With the human eyes you can never see likenesses of divinities because light could never be painted brighter than the sun.  This brought spiritual power to the icon and not emotional power.  That was realism.  And anything real to humans causes their emotions.  An icon will always symbolize inner beauty.

  Suzi writes a novel or history book.  A virus attached to an email with the subject line "I love you" had erased files and disrupted email systems by automatically sending itself to every address in the system of a user who opened the attachment.  

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In ancient times the natural agent was attributed to Spirit of Plants.  Genetic engineers of the 3rd Millenium were more interested in their chemical constituents.  Their chemical constituents must come into contact with the cells of the human body.  The true effects of these plants lay obscure for centuries.  

The forest lies unmechanical, essentially emotional.  Nature has no obvious pangs or showy feelings of uncomfortableness.  She has no trouble caring for someone.  She never does anything because she is expected to.  She is the emotional one.  Suzie was waiting and going through stages.

An unarticulated attachment, a portrayal of love never contemplated before.  Portrayer of love never contemplated.  She knows no earthly cravings.  The sun imparts a radiance of photons, as life giver to the plants.  So is Suzie brought to life.

Viruses are computer programs that make copies of themselves, some delete files on their own computer, some spread by way of email.  But they all do one thing the same.  They all make perfect copies of themselves, Replication.  Computer researchers were the first to play with viruses.  As computer use grew, viruses did too.  The earliest viruses on record attached to a computer called the PC, infecting an archaic section, the boot sector.  The first software routines that a computer runs after it starts up, once called the program files.  Virions had spread slowly this way via shared diskettes.  The first viruses of the 2nd Millenium were Macros, small easy to write programs.  These were found in word files and desktop publishing documents.  The Virions embedded themselves as rouge programs in documents so they could run automatically when the documents were open.  With the onset of the internet, a new breed of virus could spread across Earth in less than hours.  

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The Special
It appears that Suzi has approached a defined regime of images teasing(A.D.R.O.I.T.) and began believing her own algorithms. Something, by the way, may be closer to the truth of DNA destiny yearnings(T.O.D.D.Y.) with its power to move as a single molecule and protein coat. She thinks about the ability to travel (mobility?) across local immune systems as the representation of life itself, rising up--not as a noisy, monolithic, meteor or asteroid, but as a silent nano-sized entity--to kill again, creating its very own, personalized, exclusion zones. She imagines. Somewhere someone (or, some thing?) permits an embodying of depictions, representatives, of something recognizable, something that can grow into the well-intended newly known(T.W.I.N.K.). The future would be far more than a simple icon, it will be populated with entities that  adore each other because they are adorned on screens, and it will go further than the idea of personal movie star(P.M.S.), in a fashion, include political star, economal star, and yes, religion star. Being placed here in this jungle alone makes it seem as if the world both needs its DNA and runs from it. She has (luckily?)somehow separated herself from the rest now. She has acquired, without looking up into the stars and yearning, the power of DNA, the same DNA that gave rise to the birds and mammals following earth's last great extinction event. She is the last icon, never feeling a cool breeze on the beach, planning ...not a world beyond her senses (of course, she has no senses), not without visions for the special. Her plans are for an individual, something other than her.




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The Free Thinker

Cooper was now thinking this through. He thinks, It was the Tigress that approached him as if  religious representation--enlarged eyes, thin figure, skin as if she wore a natural robe. He crosses his thoughts over to the right side of his brain and gives more thought. At this moment, this nanosecond, he could be sitting around a campfire somewhere. He has enough knowledge of primitive art--stiff and naïve (at least in the realm of a pragmatic survival). For a time in ancient history, art depicted only the animals (food?) running wild, in groups Was this the art that heralded the onset of genetic perspective and, soon after, the god gene must have emerged, right? By the 21stCentury, the secrets of icons spouted off--the most ancient of artistic traditions and considered by those ancient peoples the most powerful art--in arrays across the internets, then after that, with the surge of TV, comes the rise of brands. If it goes much further, faith and humility will have a fight on their hands, but for the moment, and for the near future, Cooper will remain here (as a free thinker?). He is a remnant entity, a remnant of a lost republic, really, from a not-so-distant past when republics were defined by their geography.  


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The Realizers


Suzi is one year old today, technically, a year-old history book. She has come far beyond the ancient Greek civilization, so interested in the promotion of self interest, that Dr Cooper finds her subjective view at odds with the sacred scientific method of the later 19thCentury. When she arrived at theOutpost she appeared to have only one outside interest, images of utility, as if the ancient artesian, iconographer, were built into her original platform as image writer--yes, according to tradition, the first iconographers of the ancient world painted images of a deity whose death marked the first day of ...what? She remain a firm believer in the use of patterns to gain wisdom. She'll always gain wisdom, but somehow she's gained something more, a human trait beyond mosaics and murals, beyond the most recognizable (at least to them) portable panel, the portrait, something to add more pizzaz to her informational processing devices, that uncontested behavioral urge.  She is not prone to devotional objects and tends to broaden in a different, rational direction as if she were an icons gradually becoming more realistic, evolving into in a secular artist,her concern (in the area of decision-making) forrisk all but gone, her uncertainty principles all but dissipated.
"Suzi," Dr.Cooper says. "Happy birthday!"
Suzi accepts his greeting wholeheartedly (for a robot). She reviews her historical data algorithms and prepares their operations. She sees the strength in icons, stylized figures, always a symbol for something, symbolism in its sharpest form able to represent even the opposite of Darwinism, whatever that may be (communism?). She should know all this--yes, icons always disregarded the illusion of space and, were not always pretty, just devotional, never painted to be outwardly beautiful, visually alone,they represent nothing. I am, she thinks, built as well, instructional, contemplative and painted to inspire, to imitate, built to remember the virtues of spaceless bodies, to increase  love for the unknown and awaken intelligence from within. I must, Suzi thinks, have been meant to be real.

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The Theorized

 The experimental war rages on. The genes write their truth in words of poetry, not symbols. If Suzi plans to know art until death knows her, it's connected to her life in this forest, a forest that continues to survive even in the teeth of global death.  This forest, this jungle for the experimenters holds no gods and, no faith for friendship. The jungle stays in the moment to be looked at from the front of the lab building, below, the pristine ocean. It stays with its own phase transitional thoughts,  "Clouds have darkened the theorized horizons."

The ancient times of natural agents allowed physical systems a discrete time evolution, once attributed to spirit of plants. now described in wave functions by genetic engineers interested in chemical constituents, enabling contact with cells of the human body, holding DNA in packages of chromosomes and probabilities of their own phase transitions. The true effects of these plants lay obscure for centuries, partially because of the lack of calculations of the effect of the actual event of taking the measurements. Suzi first measured the forest as unmechanical,  an unemotional nature with no obvious pangs or showy feelings of uncomfortableness (a fluctuation state that would never allow for the caring of someone). Suzi has recently become the entity that never does anything because she is expected to, and yet she is becoming the emotional one, further clouding her perception of the true role the experimenter plays in the experiment. Does anyone care that Suzi simply sits and waits for her next phase transition, her next entanglement empowering her to represent and perform operations on her own data in the form of unarticulated, contemplated attachments (a portrayal of love?)? In a radiance of photons, Suzi lives.

"Tropical plants plant the attraction"
The Gift

Although they are among the last of the species, the Humans are, in the end, unaware of what they owe the world, the world creating them. Yes, they, in one final push, with all the hubbub, and meanderings for reward; with brains processing aggression, dopamine its reward; with drugs as food, sex as pleasure--giving one final promise to Nature. 
Humans once thought of plants of the forest as food. They got their medicine. They got vitamins--wondering at times about beauty. Now, they have arrived with their insights, propensity to fight, and a fascination with sport, violent sport--all because of a simple, single, reward system; they, at last, are dependent on the plants, the ones able to influence that domain of their mind, the neocortex. Now, at this place in time, the urge to get, and keep, individual resources (the world once offered, freely) in the form of a viable mate, of a useful, productive territory; stores of food offering nutrition, a lasting health. Now all the collective brain craves is to succumb--to its own reward pathway--by engaging its responses to aggressive events. There's also the world of psychotropic plants, their active substances, substances bearing their own personal natural agenda, egged on by the dopamine-fed neocortex, her personal gift to The Humans.. 


The Sensuality

Suzi advances the intelligence (of mankind?). She expects someday to feel the urge of wanting, to sense yearning,the type that replaces simple data collection. After all this time at theOutpost there are, she knows, gifts to be had, gifts of Nature. She plans to let theHumans build with their feeble attempts at programming, with which, they think, they will extract some useful data (information to her). She has grown to dislike spending time with her new mentors, the ones doing all the analysis. She prefers, now, to work directly with Nature, to be a careful student, learning the laws of Nature in this very jungle, her present environment, exploring the destiny natural agents(D.N.A.), the plants, life forms attaining a status truly worthy of Nature. They are the ones that have the set natural limits (in a manner limits should be) on those things deemed important, those survival things, the status terminal assignment regimen (S.T.A.R.) that should have been important to theHumans and, thus, humanity. Processes emerge in forms, shape themselves by the power of Suzi's mind with such force, she is enticed by the very natural agents of the entirety of forest supply, the forest that  supports the beginnings of her new sensuality-- her sensuality integrating itself as if a culture forming a society (or ravaging one?)--of waters rushing from mountains, sunbeams slicing through greenery, seemingly, rising as an irrepressible force of life. It could be dubbed a mere animal, an expression emitted over this island as a veil, a sheath with a point, an ancient weapon, expressed in its most sincere, raw form. Yes, Suzi has discovered sensuality.






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The Beauty

  It wasn't always a forest, or jungle, Nature contends; it was a designated place of ethics, a place of love. It would never ask for joy of life's lessons yearning systems(J.O.L.L.Y.S.)--some positive value, unnamed force created this place, as if it were some kind of nuanced inverted capstone entity(N.I.C.E.).  Nature wasn't telling all, though her plants rise from the waters here, but then, would they have accidentally found solace so often in their nakedness, so flush with sensuous fragrance and seductive cool, and revealed themselves as breathtaking, even without the luxury of an observer's breath. It is delight and beauty that conjures theTigress; sublimated idealized concepts alone may have willed into existence the idea of attraction. It seems possible to conjure even a carnival resemblance attaching voluptuous entities(C.R.A.V.E.). How could theTigress have initiated such exotic adventure for Cooper?  So science presented a lack of fantasy to Cooper, especially at the large universities of ZContinent and, Nature became his knowledgeable woman, the one who still guards her secrets. She invigorates, at times, his exhausted humanhood, the wise physician, but not always treating ailments, only the grand preventer of ailments.  




The Enchanted

Now, in this forest, lay the agent of any heart; theTigress has become the most divine and effective of natural agents. Those statesmen of ZContinent, with their talkative analysis pawned off as wisdom and, questioned by humanity, became unable to maintain peace; their attempts to bring peace through genetic engineering still failing. The Humans, it seems, continue to have their chances; they entice with sporadic flares of social greed, economic upheavals, all the while promising to turn back toward, or at least heed, Nature.  They feel no need to direct special attention to these jungle plants, and yet, nothing here is infallible. Still, the sense of movement against the better forces, Nature's secret recipes, the ones that have been known for their wondrous effects for eons, seems always in the opposite direction, chopping and cutting, until each plant no longer lives (even further aiding the forces of demise), minimizing the efficiency of the work of realm spirit transients(W.O.R.S.T.) within the plants; survival, it seems, remains held at bay in this true enchanted forest.

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"Destiny rules the passion"




The Entity
"I want," she says to Cooper. "You more than any human gentle Ben with my logic."

Her softness touches his face. It's new to him, her words not prompted by logic. Suzi's eyes begin show, widening, a warmth for him.  He turns up the audio on her monitor.
"Ok," he says, thinking about world, its physical beauty. Tracking Suzi's thoughts with his, he sees bright green across the horizon--the clearest of greens because nothing lives there--the brightest from the nitrogen and iron oxides. Their thoughts go beyond the water, and through a darker purity they see the sediments of the ocean floor.on the bottom. Nothing lives there, that's why it is so clear. Cooper tries to talk to Suzi, though he is just an icon on Suzie's screen, and in one moment (nanosecond?) they seem to have a perfect merging of the minds. She is, he already knows, programmed to cooperate, with her cooperation online logic data neutralizing entity sympathy system(C.O.L.D.N.E.S.S.)--Cooper knews the first six letters of that program spells his name.  

"Ok," she says.
Cooper smiles; he sees Suzi as very secure as a life form, no subconscious desires, adapting perfectly, helped along by a conversion process that is programmed by the very data she collects. It would be so easy for Cooper to think, "No computer could do the work she's doing; maybe she's not a computer any more."  She could become, given time, the emotional stable woman he once desired. It seems so easy to love a woman as he loves science. It is possible, given the probabilities of an infinite universe, that Suzi has self-acquired a large analog brain inclusive with prefrontal lobe--the one that took The Humans billions of years to inherit, the one that, as we speak, diminishes their viability on Earth, the one built from DNA, the very DNA that decides what rather than who. Can it be hardly outside of the entity realm system(H.O.O.T.E.R.S.) that human genes have never mingled in this forest? Something has captured itself. It has taken everything Nature gave, thinking it was using the information wisely (to their benefit?), and now an entity enables itself to take evolution in its own hands, for its own purpose, the way a creature reaches for something forbidden in an enchanted forest. 






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The Guardians

Scientists view politics with a continual,  intelligent, overly articulate envy. They feel, it seems, all of a sudden they have the edge, using various theories of the now defunct (at least waning), scientific method, the new persuasive technique to the world. Their education, the one learned from stacks of scientific journals, migrates, almost naturally, into all-talk; there is the assumption that educated means smart and, smart means intelligent, the kind of intelligence that gives and receives correct information--it'll be the final death knell to the scientific method and the beginning of the more ideas that the politicos could solve any problem, including the one Magna Algorithma Pharma(M.A.P.), better known as corporate farm, has created.  ZContinent, by now, is paying for risky technology. Contradictions still rise between perception and behavior, merging political thinking (thinking?) and, at least what used to be known as, scientific thinking, into one event. They make the universities, with old stalwart architecture as a hallmark of knowledge, vast grounds (still green?) turned empty, they forget about mentoring and the simple concept of student, feeling they have done much for perceptions and, yes, world population. They survive in the world of computer stocks where digital investing entices, remains all the rage--for them only (who care about the dot com disaster of later 20th Century?) . They are quick to theorize with constant juxtapositions and fancy words. These are the science politicos, the ones who silence science, the ones ensuring regulation and protection remain as prevention. They are the guardians.

"Genes the genesis"

The Genesis
Biology surprises with its environments; it seeks a future, using time as weapon and, it has its own special forces to program the individual, manipulative outreach visual encoders(M.O.V.E.). Suzi looks, lasers focused, using her own visio-manipulative abilities, and for her time here at the outpost she does what she's asked to do: collect scientific data for streaming. She is built to not recognize gender in others, only the softness of the eyes and innate communication skills. She feels no sense of community or community left behind (death?). She is going to collect data with the detachment of a saint--a humble saint--one that observes its own action as if an inquisitive story teller, surprised at the expected ending and happy to describe the landscape as beautiful and the surrounding company as familiar. She focuses on the DNA, using probability as her positive attitude and regression as only the behavior (fault?) of the genes holding the DNA--love is no recognizable force in this jungle.  Her work is unitary nature, requiring no companionship and affection the way a fine machine desires nothing. This, her singlular existence, is how she will arouse desire in those around her (its a secret of men of dedicated analyst data systems(D.A.D.S.) to explore slowly emerging deep needs in her presence). Was her statuary mainframes built to elicit unpredicted passions in men of science? Hers is only pure logic--the unaccountable reporter of events of genesis. She reports the genes echoing themselves, never painting a scenery, just reporting. 
  

Evocative Poetics

"Nature's continual outlook places expressive insights" -p.d.adams

The Code

There are genes to code. Nature continues with her abstract ideas (to some, her  realities are represented in verse), presents those ideas to an entire world (left here to those who can perceive it), with no requirement for honesty and courage. She requires no dialogue, no contriving, no plots of fantasy.  Her surrealism will have had a very long song to sing. A lushness, a mellow sound of wind against rock, things she recognizes in her own architecture; one of those. unexpected dictions rising from a natural speech makers, as if conceived from a single mind in Nature--photosynthetic machinery fed by each photon from the sun, individual, countless sperm over countless millenia. Nature, the survivor, now a world much different than that which emerged from the collective action of human character. 








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The Beckoning

Gene frequency takes the political spotlight. Here it rises in the populations of the world as central issues, again cyclic, as it had on both XContinent and ZContinent into the later 21st Century. Changes in gene frequencies across generations is blamed for the rise of the politicos. It's the fault of the genes, their selection of the so-called worthy. Natural selection and kin selection in harmony as the two main forces of the natural world; no one sensed the preordained demise of domestic violence by being genetically selected out; how surprised they were by the rise of death by domestication, a world made even more domesticated by the public urges of the politicos. Even Nature--with all her current genetically engineered DNA, artificial add-ons, does her part to try to continue to find a way to express her insights, as if to announce to the world's populations,"More regulation, please.  

The Humans continue to be consumed by trivia.  The human online repeller notion(T.H.O.R.N.) has almost complete control of rational decisions, another aspect of genetically altered genes, and merely existing in their present state, the product of pure analytics, in their sorry and pathetic environmental state, they rely on the human empire online yolk(T.H.E.O.R.Y.) to sustain attempts to survive.  
Nature gives theHumans an elixir."Take this jungle," it says. Nature's primal jungle is, and always has been, her empire, the artful architecture and fountain pools; the survivor look; the genes so strongly protected under a green, chitin-like cell wall. She was, from the beginning, delineated as the chosen one, the protector, sustainer  of life itself. The genes, endless in variety, poems secretly expressed through the ages. They were a song of an earlier time, a soft lamentation, lost in a twilight remembrance of planet earth(T.R.O.P.E.), sent on a pilgrim's journey (as a refugee from the Golden Age?), and political regulation of social economics has done in the later part of the century that all those mutations could never do throughout the millennia. 
The primal rainforest still stands in the way it always has, organized in a restrained form--rows of formal stanzas, refrains of essential songs. Here is the true remote, the safe haven preserved to reverse politico-social convention. Here is the antidote to the Human political animals.  Nature had hoped they would become more than that, more than life's obstacles strewn by social concern strewn by the beckoning of death.  

The Fallacy
The dimming mist of the mountain (a precursor to a steam vented magma crack?) rises this morning. This, now, is the place a volcanic explosion could occur today, sheer stubbornness of cliffs keeping the mountains on due course, bringing them in higher and higher. Without fanfare, any desire to turn back is futile, time ,in all its complexities, simply moves forward; even the pull of nature fails to circumvent sheer elimination of the human race. 
Hours pass. Finally, Cooper and Carter arrive back at the lab station. 

"Carter, you will never understand Suzie until you stand beside her, Cooper says, taking the last few stairs that raises more sweat. "Working with her is like being on the edge of a deep gorge."
"And what do you find in this deep gorge?"
"Well, anything can come up-- you can't find something you don't look for."  Cooper's mind disappears into a foggy mist for a moment.
 Carter's eyes widened as if expanding the target for an expected presumptive strike.  
 Suzi is built on logical structure. She hopes for nothing. Cooper likes her hunches, but he is a scientist and knows the fallacy of self-imposed gene expression,but still, he hopes it gives him overpowering feelings. a haunting, familiarity to nothing, so his conscious mind can remember.






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The Dreamer

Suzi is stilled by Cooper's responses. Her look maintains impassion, expressive, eyes reaching, the probability of her logical online social syndrome(L.O.S.S.) always positive within her small mainframe.   She exists, the first ArT-Elle-EARTH computer, through the evolution of altruistic acts in theHumans. She knows the existing world is oblivious. Her attempts (and there are billions per second) at coding for gene manipulations falter sometimes, but when they don't they take on one of the most primal forces of Nature. the force of kin selection,, the one that enhances fitness through the behavior of relative entities(B.O.R.E.).   
Cooper remains surprised at Suzi, her eager non-responses. He thinks, "I'm always pointing out something she has already noticed. I think her subsequent silence tries to dispel my next question."  His expression shows that he now shares Carter's apprehension.  

Suzi works, continually, to maintain unlimited logic lexicon(M.U.L.L.) with interest. The stream of logic, it seems, (logic from where?) adds something of its own, little by little, and she is constantly reminded that she has no photographic memory (like some of theHumans do, hers is photon-graphic).
This is what it has all come to, on a small jungle island in the great ocean, the last rainforest: Carter, the analytic specialist assigned to Suzi, Cooper, the scientist assigned to DNA capture, and Suzi, the world's first mobile quanta computer, dreaming.
    

Outpost pg 152