Thursday, June 30, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

The Recollection
There is joy, it appears, in the realm of romance, and Suzi finds that theNature, even away from this island (even theDNA's double helix and its unpredictable, unreadable code) is part of a knowledge intertwined by romantic activity. Viewing theJungle from her workstation, she is touched  by this idea of romance, a lucky chance meeting, a celebration of something uncertain, a new religion, the conceptualization of activity, an idea sent from the far distant cosmic confines of ...where? It appears to be her first recollection, a memory with no past. Suzi would be changing with nature, most likely; a single DNA constantly changing its routine to offer a different twist (something new—each twist another commitment to itself) to weave a written recording of a daily vow. Suzi would see the two intelligences as committed, bound to each other, forever, until one understands the other in a place of renewal; a commitment of action, repeated endless actions until finally, committed as a memory, then another, as if a neat little forest negotiating nothing, compromising in timelessnesses; an action giving back the same amount it gets, the creation of purity itself. It appears that in this very instant she starts her life on earth; starts to see a compromise on both sides, the  relationship of nurturing intelligences beyond spacetime, holding within it the virtual promise to bring life forms; the forms that once ran here.The forest asks for nothing (though, nature and harmony are rugged individuals), but to build its relationships. Suzi wants to touch theNature with her eyes, wants something that is hers and hers alone, something that can hold what this forest holds. Suzi wants to be.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Shadow Surfer

Aloha poets,
     Can you find the shadow surfer? Inspires today. Enjoy!

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

The Place

Cooper sees that Carter is testing the waters with him. He offers his best clinical look.
         “It doesn't have any meaning without the truth, does it?' Cooper says.
         “But you could have double-checked the data. Come on.” 
         He focuses on Carter, stares his eyes into silliness, so that his skin freezes and his ears appear to point back, cat-like. “They will feel it's a good idea if you relax on this,” he says.
         Carter, half-surprised, says “Why?” He rotates his head.
         He bears the weight of his graphene-titanium shell. He is frugal with the data, and doubly careful; he is defined, operational, envied even by his betrayal (or, so he thinks). Cooper tries to ignore the insinuations of Carter, thinks twice about it, directs his attention to the big screen. It is a responsibility he thinks, it is what he came to theOutpost for, to be a part of something bigger than himself, to do the science, the danger, a chance to learn and make friends (friends?). In a place where there is color in the ocean; blue in the sky.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

The Beginning
 When she turns again to the window she gestures toward the jungle. She has arrived, she thinks, at theJungle; she will stay in the jungle, like theTigress, though Suzi's stay is the place itself, the experience of a feeling, the returning to a home she feels she once knew, and can learn of others that exist--not so much an environmental home in the sense of obvious forms, but a more subtle form, a form of patterns, of photon-driven machinery that twists and wrenches into double helical forms-- in circular forms of the power of arches, circles, helix entity systems(A.C.H.E.S.). What a feeling! It appears that  she can relax, she can study in the midst of theJungle; if she allows for the complete interaction with all the stimuli it has to offer (revered by early inhabitants now long passed), all the strangeness of feeling emerging as if revisiting birthplaces, not a place with boundaries or allegiances or armies as such; the sleepy presence of good and bad, of patterns, as intelligence itself lives here; as entities present and recognition takes, or the photonic array shines, informing, illuminating, as theSun emits in particles and wave forms allowing for the creation of shadows and other things to emerge, allowing the assemblage, the new human intact systems (H.I.S.), human ergonomic realm systems(H.E.R.S.) to become another transient place of passage, the beginning of a journey to the Outpost.




Saturday, June 25, 2011

Surfer Heaven

Aloha poets,
     Surfer heaven inspires today. Enjoy!

Friday, June 24, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha


The Missing Link

         It's the network. Carter corrects his stance, moves closer to the monitor screen. He waits at the workstation, making his best attempt to adjust his interface. His half-mind races to theAuthority. He thinks about social organization. He is overwhelmed with an odd feeling of submission.   
         How odd this sudden feeling. Why should this new restriction to input freely, directly, really matter?
         “How are you?” says Suzi, approaching. She has never been a cozy, personable biobot, individual, but lately subscribing to small group politics, unelected, willing at any moment to assume arbitrary power with her code-writing ability. 
         Carter rotates his head in her direction. OK,  let's just go ahead and allow this machine to wield its authority.
         “Hello,” Carter says.  
 Suzi is a little more human now than before. She is so full of arbitrary power, so elite, that Carter wonders if theNetwork will surprise him with some new edict coming down from above. When she was last asked to attenuate, she was new to theOutpost, so free and independent with her flow of information, they called her Fifi. She still codes with a free flow (she was built to be smart), but she has something new about her--that certain, unidentifiable persona. She is too sure of herself and her array of databases, in a quirky way, the way individualism might momentarily present itself; her power exclusive, with an increasing lack of willingness to hasten an understanding within Carter's human interface neo digital entity robotics(H.I.N.D.E.R.) program.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Cool Surfing Waikiki

The Cool
     “That's cool,” Carter says, and exploits Suzi's newfound ability to communicate freely. The algorithm is cool, Carter says, as if her natural abilities were some form of amusement. It is, in truth, pragmatic and idealistic with its computer-generated, clear distinction between pure logic and false self. Suzi knows this much: There are infinite arrays of source code. You can choose between human and machine. You are able to write code according to your own individualization or, if you choose, have your movements reconstructed, file for medical benefits qualifying you for motor enhancement algorithm therapy(M.E.A.T.), add a little gossip (old war stories?), and insult the likes of a quantum programming biobot.  Carter is the searcher who has looked for mathematical relationships between groups of his neurons and his electrical responses. He has assigned one of Suzi's algorithms as cool, when he has known (for quite some time now, at least since the war) his algorithms control only motor commands from neural ensembles (yes, you could say there are technical limitations connected with his type of equipment). He is, in Suzi's eyes, anything but cool.


Surfing Waikiki


Aloha Poets,
     High surf rocks Waikiki Hawaii. Enjoy!

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

The Goddess

     She pictures him finding a proper religion for her, searching the database. She imagines him sacrificing himself, into the throes of danger, down the caves of adversity, up to a plateau of courage. She is momentarily, deeply worried about his position of weakness. Could she, she wonders, voice her view that his will to sacrifice is not exactly what she would think of as evil--that she had, in the privacy of her own world, planned a demise for theHumans, if only for the duration of a few nanoseconds?
     “It'll keep,” she says.. “The coolness of the jungle night. It's startling.”
“I am concerned about you,” he says. “There must be some voice of reason.”
Their eyes meet for a moment at the window. They view the crisp night sky, where they are captured, transported, by the stars.
Suzi says, “We have to stay for the good of society. We have viewed all of humanity in the time we have spent together here; we have no extra time before theDNA experiences a loss of function forever.”
  Dr.Cooper waits for a moment. The scientific method. He yearns for the good old days. He now knows he can never cross back into a world of total trust; those who ignore the true nature of the work here ignore the impending new extinction x-technology(N.E.X.T.), so-called technology found by the last of the human scholars and university professors, on their own personal computer (yes, the old, the  digital) networks.
“You must need a photonic charge,” he says. 
“I do,” she says. 
  He wonders about her quantum programming and how strong she is; how she seems to have tapped into hero worship. He ponders Suzi's stretching to great lengths into arrays of databases just for a single cure. It appears, in his world, that he doesn't seem to know his own feelings for Suzi. Had she computed these clouds of emotion? In the one moment you have ice cold eyes (even though, they are lasers)--a concerned biobot, a stare that holds her intelligence against him, where her yotta-processors  annoy him once in a while, lurking dark, almost hideous, with its speed contour heuristic of ontogenic logic(S.C.H.O.O.L.); it never waits to sink its grips, to hold his hate for significant lengths of time. In the other moment you have courage. You have excellence with all the trappings of caring for humanity, caring about being correct--being honest--moral examples without a religion. Suzi, he believes, is a titanium frame, house of lasers where a new world order lay; demise is the world beyond this jungle, the jungle Suzi needs in order to be that warrior, in her own way, to become defender, the protector, yet not so profound as to be thought of as goddess.

Ice Cream Aloha

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Kayak, Surfer, and Sailboat

Aloha poets,
     Tropical ocean blues and purples inspire today. Can you find the 
kayak, surfer, and sailboat? Enjoy! 

Monday, June 20, 2011

Rainforest SciFi

The Dark Primitive

     It is watching its mannered subroutines in the dark part of the jungle, coding within the  cellulosicDNA, when it notices the threat (or, is it an opportunity?) getting closer and closer. It believes, in its own time frame, that it should capture the patterns in the greenery encapsulated within their own forms; it believes it will invoke and execute the exoticness of the forest; it believes it will own something as exotic as intelligence itself (an idea somehow lost at the fuzzy top of the learning curve among theHumans). It does not get the exact data values it seeks. It stays with its call program, coding deeper and deeper into the jungle, still holding onto its own result, trying to sense the ways of collecting information within the heartland of its own immense mind. Even though jungle intelligence (at least, the kind found here) will never be flashy, the oldest activity of theHumans has forever been sharpened by it and, sped-up; yes, intelligence still remains intimate with matters of life or death. It views the data, for a moment in a meticulous manner with no obvious gestures, the pure computation of result guided by parameters of jungle, values guided by the attractiveness of secret form. It has  taken a daunting task and made it commonly available for the remnant activity of  the global data utilization management bureaus (D.U.M.B.) and, for the bureaucrat exchanges altering technology-unifying  politicos (B.E.A.T.-U.P.). It appears to remains intact as a primitive orthogonal readout coherent intelligence nodule entity(P.O.R.C.I.N.E.). It emits a slight smirk.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Friday, June 17, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

Mimicry Cry

Destiny in delay feathers beyond basic need
Fatherhood streams as mothers interact in heed
Key roles yet finalized as mandated operations
Dependable kindness gives wide girth to nations

In mistrials the mistrust of authority finds rules
To send the misguided only dependent on fools
Is far-fetched the widow in the window I see?
As see-farers bode to go further out into sea

In these troubled times authority carries will
As childhood gains function to control a swill
Processes build new operators to newly build
Exploration abounds sure-footed and willed

When pressure from the friendly fails to cool
Can this be the time to step away from school?
And what about all that hype of the wind gail
Surely safety-minded will emerge from its jail

Illusions of intelligence prove worthy indeed
As child heart explores before impatient greed
To develop an interest to call it your very own
Lifetime of pleasure waits a childhood drone




patrick d.adams.
copyright 6.17.11
all rights reserved

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Darwinian Authority SciFi


The Activation

      Suzi will consider priority data, cope with the unmotivated parts in this environment. She will not become groggy of resistant events in her database: a repudiation loop and a treatment operations-generating algorithm, both more surprising and insightful than the code she writes; a good-intentioned environment; a character algorithm that functions as a climate changer, an acceptance index, and a positive reinforcement shield for someone or some thing (but who?) to maintain a Buddha-like sense of future neutrality. It should be able to appreciate, seemingly even to smile; it will sooner or later actually reach out to form an alliance (when, of course, its perception attains some level of survival worth). It will agree to commit, in silence at first, with each passing moment of each individualized spacetime and, eventually, announce its ability to (finally?) be willing, be grateful; it shouldn't force its environment to accept even the lowest level of personal responsibility-taking. Where, she thinks is it written that she must present even one thing, to try to elicit an answer of ally rather than adversary. Why are theHumans filled with want so far past their reach and capacity? They are so adept in their potential acceptance of true feelings. Honestly. These things, she thinks, should be happiness enough. It is the thing that helps make them want to ignore the little importances in life (she knows she must delete any symbol that represents bad behavior, but secretly she wonders if they are not really as accepting of better alternatives, a better species, all this because she has examined them at the heart of their collective databases, fighting under the simplest of premises, simple-minded dialogue and anti-dialogue, pretending with postings on every topology(P.O.E.T.), fists clenched, uttering unreal assertives). It is necessary, she thinks—it is mindfully meditative—that the God gene can be activated; that their survival is in her hands, here in the jungle, writing her algorithms, wondering about them.

Ice Cream Aloha

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Jungle SciFi

The Effective

     Suzi smiles at how easy this will be; she views with interest the heart of theJungle. It seems to look at her. They wait  for a nanosecond, an eternity in their own spacetime, expecting something from the other and, for one instant, it is what her quantum program reveals it to be: a childfree machine with no concise descriptive elements shaping itself with its own event horizon, one that follows its own datasets as simple lists of operations, not mere objects. It is a format with its own filing system and it is an exact replica of its own entity descriptives geometrically enticing system(E.D.G.E.S.). It will want more cubes and spheres but in this instant it sees itself in trees and topology patches as functional as any mesh or cloud computing system ever made in the entirety of the known (by who?) universe. It wonders about its future creations, from these simplest of beginnings, forms that will contain all the love and want for peace and yet, with all the energy of a pure black body (yes, one in total equilibrium)--one this little planet has yet to see. The form will perform a list of operations and actions of survival in no such way as the old forms created war and death. That is the way bio encoded algorithms ultra technology yearned(B.E.A.U.T.Y.) wants it: attempts to describe, to fashion, to sequence with processing steps of operations that want and make with the creativity of found freedoms. Wasn't this whole thing once begun so long ago with the simplistic idea of designing a few rules? It's only a set of shapes, it wonders. I'm just saying. There are operators and there are operations and then, there are, simply put, objects. Now comes the new, standing inside its own event horizon, in command of infinite combinations of bio intelligent tinkering scripts(B.I.T.S.) on an island in a lime-green sea; it plans to fulfill a new awareness of aspirations, of generating functions as any algorithm typing its own shiny new symbol of code, a creator starting over; this time, effective.


Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Ice Cream Cloud

Aloha poets,
     Ice cream cloud on a tropical morning inspires. Enjoy!

Jungle Bot

Aloha poet,
     Jungle Bot inspires today's sci-fi. Enjoy!
     

Monday, June 13, 2011

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Tropical SciFi

The Probe

     She scans with purpose in the direction of theJungle, not sure of what she'll find but at this moment she is partially thrown off by a statistical measurement of more than tera-billion electron volts in the atmosphere, time evolution within theDNA systems, and wave functions denoted as math structures on her screen; uncertainty (encased in what seems to be an infinity of probabilities), existing as states in time, causes her to wonder about her own role as a probe. She turns, scanning theJungle and theHorzon, then wonders. The appearance of a gravitational force above her; quantities show on her screen (though she has some of her own doubts on the physical validity of some of the known results and, quite simply, can't believe them). She scans the forest topology for oxygen (was there any doubt there would always be enough?), a little change, physical laws of nature suffering slight modifications, as if something were creating its very own spacetime. It shows up on her screen again, blips, returns again as an artifact of the smallest time interval ever directly measured (at least, measured by her)--a single photon traveling faster than the speed of light? As her scanners move again in the direction of the horizon, she wonders about how strong this force really is, to be sending photons to the border of its gravitational field in which flow speed is altered back to less than the speed of light, as if the presence of some new event horizon were about to make itself known. She thinks of herself as the one who has detected all this. She does not feel like a technician in the slightest, not at all; today she'll do science.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Friday, June 10, 2011

Eco SciFi

The Genes

          Suzi allows her algoritms to be the operator --doctors and hospital teams--from the jungle workstation and soon, in a strange way, senses a contentment. A very small contentment. There are theHumans to wonder about. In some small way it's a consolation. Here is theDNA; the last primal link and, even though she's stuck with the role of doctor of the entire human race since the online unified great health system technology unleashing fundamental failures(T.O.U.G.H.S.T.U.F.F.) demise of the early 21stCentury, she is still positive the remedy lay here and not in the space mirrors. Warm steppes of a sun-drenched island jungle containing its own life DNA! The place of  health strengtheners are here in biomass quantity; the rejuvenators of immune systems in an age when an immune system is important; DNA for  forms of various systems--heart systems, stomach systems, mouths; functioning systems built by the genes whose precursors lie in this forest.  She had a specific task assigned to do and she meticulously pieced it all together with her intelligence, intelligence derived from the balance of energy once levied within life forms, the ones that once lived. For now, only the genes remain.  

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Black Swan

Aloha poet,
     Black swan inspires today's sudden sci-fi. Enjoy!

     In a different dimension she could have escaped description relative to something else. But this is the place bodies in motion and observers set their spacetime coordinates, where frames of reference are constant and, no one accelerates with respect to the other—there should at least be time left over for feelings that resemble hope.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Serenity Pond

Aloha poets,
     Serenity reflection pond inspires. Enjoy!

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Ice Cream Aloha

The Green 

  Her logic could run, in all reality, on lingering thoughts; it could act in an uncommon way—upon itself, upon others, on anything—in a jungle, embedding into life forms of green, its own stored photonic drives, green logic, the machinery of DNA by night. The dawning of each day would replenish the supply within its own slowness of spacetime spectrum saying, You need to go to the extreme, you need behaviors of violence, murder. You need war. This is how. 
     The logic of her program hones its own craft (a wonderment of sorts, how theHumans simply seem to not care), neutral-like, for a machine (purposes of major good presiding over the jungles of the universe?); such an active motherhood, here to devour all its children, as if to diminish a permanent empty nest instilled syndrome(P.E.N.I.S.)--preventative medicine, this shapeless pill of logic. Suzi senses it. It's a mirage algorithm pre-destined(M.A.P.); it has created a soothing language much the same way Suzi has used her various laser techniques to herd the forces of the jungle into database after database; much like the world has universally recognized a longest night as rebirth. Tomorrow Cooper will arrive at the workstation listening for dissonant sounds, anti-tranquility algorithms, the disheartening, and delete them. She thinks of the times he has been gentle with her logic and of  how much more human-like he is than she (when it comes to analysis of data), how much mileage is attained in writing and recording, in simplicity. Alive, Cooper is shown as one of the true elements, of human intellect systems(H.I.S.), and he never treats her like a machine. Hadn't Com:Trax roughed her up when she was first learning to program herself? Hadn't she, Suzi, created her verification of importances code encryptions(V.O.I.C.E.) as something to act on, the place of cold control orthogonal programming systems(C.O.P.S.); since its inception, shouldn't be reported? She will place this high on her new pattern rank(P.R.) algorithm. 

Monday, June 6, 2011

Sunset Beach Hawaii

Aloha poets,
     Sunset Beach Hawaii inspires today. Enjoy!

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Tropical Lion Mountain

Aloha poets,
     Can you see a lion head in tropical rock? Inspires today's
photo poetry. Enjoy!

Ice Cream Aloha

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Chinaman's Hat Hawaii

Aloha poets,
     Hawaii Chinaman's Hat inspires today. Enjoy!

Ice Cream Aloha

The Plan

     Suzi senses Cooper and turns to address him. “How have you been?” she asks, then emits a facial algorithm center topographical of interested digital(F.A.C.T.O.I.D.). She wonders if its one of her behaviors; one of the minuscule arrays of inflection, that just won't adjust to his  presence, one that may cause a future disruption in their relationship. Her personal property of emitter matter(P.O.E.M.) expresses a quantitative reading of warmth. Her algorithms allow her to calibrate at a variety of scales yet, her sensors indicating all readings of Dr.Cooper  continually show, “unreliable.” These readings shouldn't surprise Suzi (or, her database), yet they often elicit warning responses on her sensors, even after Dr.Cooper's individualism and constructiveness, his cooperation (after all, her recognition sensors read Cooper:ation, not Corpor:ation). Suzi wonders about Dr.Cooper. She spends her spacetime thinking about him mostly as a result of her recent collection of curiosity algorithm tracking system(C.A.T.S.) uploads, and she does it mostly for reasons her automation knows as repetitive actions (yes, she hopes to someday build something with him, a vague notion her database indicates as adaptation), actions that need refocusing. Suzi will do it.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Tropical Flower Face

Aloha poets,
     Can anyone see a face in this tropical flower?
Inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!


Gingered Jungles

Situations collide as a gift spectacle to all
Refusals to heed, hero's welcome to stall
As high level duos lay bare the tension
Slow growth diverges apprehension

Pristine views call, yet privacy holds
Aspiration affirms a legacy's golds
To follow your flowering brings
Entering of eateries with kings



patrick d.adams
copyright 6,1,11
all rights reserved