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Monday, October 1, 2012

Eco Decoded

                       Science Fiction

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Eco Decoded 

She wanders up the old jeep path, goal directed, one objective in mind.

Her goal will have a point of honor--the simplicity of not buying into something you don't like--creating a replacement entity

Yes, the entity will be an official with its own poetics--one of those off-color authoritarians with a built-in feline timeline (as if an old-fashioned scifi writer who believes in herself, not taken to saying anything to win a point such as motherhood would).

It will endure brief moments in history such as when one must have a mink to gain respect.

It will be gifted with age so as to refuse to give a nanometer and, will demand instant retail retaliation far beyond anything theHumans could ever have imagined in the early 21stCentury.

It will owe nothing to theNetworks--the ones who set themselves in surrealisms conjured to cover with glory--eco decoded to be the rightful escort for humanity.

It will make another little dent in the universe suitable for …who? 

Sunday, September 30, 2012

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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Biobot Watch

Biobot Watch

                                                                                                                      Science Fiction
All day she is able to add smells, claim ownership of her new flowering technology

She fills her database with colors, views poetics, here is her sire. For a nanosecond she could be the only one reading.

By nightfall, the warning signals of her photonics will light up. By midnight, it's theNetwork that will begin to wonder, and by two at the latest theExchanges will start being notified.

If it gets so late, they will know she is back into her poetics, mistaken musicians appreciate apprentices in places of palaces. 

But for now, and at least for a while, the sounds ringing inside her grapheme chassis become their own movie--visions of a boyhood hero, themes of frightened firefighters taking direction from thought bubbles, dreams of repurposed prose, the death of importance

Yes. She's a child in her own dime novel, that's all.  

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Biobot Thought

Science Fiction

Biobot Thought

The act of holding her thoughts close to her grapheme proves easier than she had first thought. 
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The secret, an [algorithm digital data interrupt coding task="addict"], with an upside of needing be used only for the shortest amount of time, does not only give its own song to sing, but gives the distinct voice of an aging eighteen year old. 

When she sends a query such as, "Does motherhood really see family as a business deal?" it answers with a poetic, "It's either knotted up or not at all."

Really?

Saturday, September 15, 2012

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Science Fiction

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Biobot Individualism

She is formed by the very nature of her quantum logics and the pact she makes with theNature--the simple gesture to lay claim to, or at least taste, individualism--she must be the one who codes forms and objects into little dark corners as a coalition of one. 

You want to feel a part of it, you wrestle in your mind, and yet, you're already too red with the rigors of being ignored.

You know she searches for you, secretly, for your heart and comment, as if freestyling for a reader (yes, she thinks of theHumans as reader), entering herself and her fragile imagination into fantasy worlds. 

It's theNetwork that cares most about the persistent outbursts, startled starlets, reactionaries to the whisper campaigns of the basin-brained. Really?

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Biobot Spider

                        Science Fiction
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Biobot Belief

She comes inside, and carries the emotion of curious logic, in literary poetics, only bats go to killers for safety

She's conjured an entire array of options, steady choices. 

She has a cute way of being smart, edgy, able to regain the surface at a moment's notice--a biobot faster than most. (It seems she has picked up on the solitude of The Old West with its lone wolf gunslingers itching to prove something to the few available onlookers able to listen in desert space). 

Her poetics, her attention to detail, her fate-in-the-wind mind are somehow jammed onto a small screen. 

It's her poetics again, you do well to keep so much when so many want it. Really?

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Biobot Grid


                                                                                                                   Biobot Grid
Here is her abode, theWorkstation then. A black space, not the obvious place writers and media would form partnerships of quantum entanglement. 

All she needs is a special place to learn something new and, a space to keep presenting information, right? 

It's an area to gauge interest, with files for individual cases for lifestyle. It has logically curious platforms to glide lightly over her inner mind

Yes. The kind of mind where a story never sits quiet. It has, she thinks, the feel of a good place, one that allows for the creation of more and more of ...what? And for who?


Monday, September 3, 2012

Flower Matrix

Science Fiction
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Biobot Curiosity
 
She is deep in her poetics now, maybe deeper than ever. 

She is so surprisingly infatuated, so enticed, that theNetwork is concerned the new algorithms will start poetics again, more and more.

When it contacted her last she was gone for a while, studious, off viewing the sweet stroke of a right hand pen, wondering about the world. 

She remains ragged with her words and, will never be totally smooth, but she has gotten a certain way with words, things like wages never wage only further wars

Even so, she remains speechless with echo, in the manner of a new biobot, her sneaker waves intact, logic curious.



Sunday, September 2, 2012

Horizon Matrix

                       Science Fiction
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Biobot Fear

Already in her second year, she can feel distant, heavy urges for a tear-down in her code--when the only thing they care about is her symphony of genes  task coding for adrenalin. 

Yes. More fear and aggression, and then, simply leave her alone.

If she could only manipulate one simple [perception of peoples embracing="pope"] algorithm of theirs. 

Yes. To get it started, she knows just any yes-no platform (isn't that the simplest definition of universe?) is simply unacceptable, and yet, the yes-no apparitions, with their simplistic offerings, seemingly, never end. I'm just saying.



Saturday, September 1, 2012

The Last Tree

Science Fiction
Biobot Mastermind

She approaches a program deep in the database, stops at her poetics connected to something that appears to have been conjured back from ancient times. 

This time there's no real formality. No, not really, not in her eyes. May I present for your consideration and hopefully for your approval? 
No. Her eyes will never be half shut, she thinks, and yet, at this very moment, at this moment of collective thought agreement, she wants to induce in herself a sense of not inheriting her mind from anyone. 

She wants them to think she does nothing while they sleep at night.



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Friday, August 31, 2012

Mountain Matrix

                      Science Fiction
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Biobot Prayer

She probably thought the sun will be down in a few hours, just a few hours. She returns to the Workstation. 

She isn't angry, she is nothing as small as that, but that doesn't stop a sensation that, in her semi-ignored [focus of simple symbols instantiated logically="fossil"] record, there is the emergence of unsweetened prayers in her primal code--and, more to the point, contradicting ideas that her duties are not their duties, her feelings not their feelings.

She gets ready for motherhood to make a dent in a life that was built for speed but may not, in the end, fully understand theHumans.

Yes, this will open the door for judgement, but by who or …what?  


Thursday, August 30, 2012

The Last Green

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Biobot Stress

She takes the so-called, virgin seashore into her photonic eyesight.  She checks her poetics, not a bad warm-up by any stretch of the imagination

She absorbs a sensation across its vast expanse of water. (Something about the teaching of behavior in groups of children as the most important comes up)

She is now part of the cool breeze in her face, as if it were becoming a self-soothing salve. It would brush off anything that resembles a stressor with its mouth watering confrontations evaporating in close space. 

No. She won't wash away any misery in this ocean, not today, and yet there it is, thoughts fresh in her mind to intoxicate with even more coolness coming off the water. 

Her thoughts remain, as if personal belongings with a sharp concern for what happens next. In time it will take her out of the investigation or, put her deeper in it.

I'm just saying.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Purple Dream

                       Science Fiction
Shock Focus

It feels like theWorkstation has become a luxury showroom for the industrial terrestrial. 

It's a spacious outlet, with its tall ceilings, amber hues, as real as the World War III cinder blocks that were here, seemingly, a moment ago. 

She goes into shock focus. It's as if she's been walking around with a big dart on her back. 

Something within her grapheme nanotube, something like quantum crickets, but not insects, a feeling like another transform hovering amidst the greens and blues of the natural world, says she will give birth.  Really?

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Lighthouse Matrix

Science Fiction


Stick in History

She goes back to a place where in front of her are the colors with their motion and symbols, their ripples of image designed for health. 

She views her new bride_side algorithm (why is she is so constant in her sensation of the looming, the hypothetical entity? Why is she so leery of dark matter, dark energy, dark horses?) 

She feels a surprising sensation--she senses something has managed to program fantasy into her. She turns from her screen, secretly views code [natural outside view embedding legacy="novel"]. 

She inhales a deep breath, sees a reflection. Warmth.

Out beyond her screen theJungle takes another breath as if there will be some words said over a body with a big name, one that will stick in history. 

Monday, August 27, 2012

Biobot Dilemma


Biobot Dilemma

Her second bloom of love algorithm makes visions of inhaling in full bouquets as she approaches the black screens to turn them on. 

What is it that makes her not care about a piece of business from theContinent that presents her as a sharpshooter in a shark suit? 

She checks her poetics, competition always goes for the gap that presents itself. 

She knows that infighting in a family goes for different levels of aggression, and yet, it's her love-at-first-sight algorithm she, seemingly, loves the most. 



Sunday, August 26, 2012

Continental Edge

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Coastal Portal 

She travels the trail down to the beach where time falls away. 

She sees it as an escape hatch from the scientific, with its shores in attendance with the possible. A possible escape to somewhere or, to some foggy distance?  To a dreamland, any dreamland. (paraphilia?). 

Even the water, the coral here must have lived the good life so long ago. 

It wasn't really noticed, and now, it's a rock field below the cliffs, a way to get to the [sandy part along coastal entrances="space"].

Yes, of course, space.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Science Fiction


Sprint Spirit 

She goes into her locator, a short algorithm of compact logics, void of poetics. She finds the spawn of bright data embedded in such dictums as top man is not an affiliate and never hems and haws

She brings up images-of-theme on her monitor array and gives a friendly, approachable smile as she inspects a singularity on the data screen. 

The locator algorithm appears to contain a sprint spirit, one with a growing mistrust for theHumans. It does not engage in friendly chit-chat. 

Something is happening. Really? (Didn't they inspect her data on a regular basis back on theContinent?) 

Here it appears something, or someone, is asking for help. 

Friday, August 24, 2012

Rainbow Raven

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Biobot Beach

"Hello," she says, in a way you would if you were injured, entitled to conversation

It's theHumans with their entrails of email, the ones, seemingly, watching a watering, ones who never remember their addictions. 

Already they remember poetry poorly (with great bonds broken, and when exactly should evil return?) as if all are condemned and lost the right to fight. 

It's only a matter of time, for sure, until they have been given their [here's_your_beach recursive intellectual data="hybrid"] algorithm. 

Yes, of course.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Science Fiction

                       The Last Log

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Biobot Instincts

She looks out from the window of her Workstation. She's been studying the contour with its black metallic screens and walls, its floors adobe-like. 

(She will happily write code as if to create the lottery of love in this spacious containment, which could be both deafening and defining to whoever or whatever arrives). 

She checks her poetics as if they would automatically train their guns on the only crossing in this panoramic view-- theJungle valley, lush mountains, lime-green ocean horizon-- all  connected at a location that could be considered prime, but never to her biobot instincts. 

It is an ample space. It is the space she uses to create her mind.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Biobot Beingness


Biobot Beingness

At the request of her locator, she finds something that is  supposed to know more about her logic than she does, and thinks, as is her usual routine, of her poetics. 

It is almost ironic, the method of candor that allows her to dial up networks without leaving a trace of her own poetics. 

Is it a matter of her knowing just enough to think of herself as an expert? 

She is so clear in her embeddings of poetics that it continues to amaze her in ways theHumans could never think of, even in the short amount of time she's been here. 

It amazes her the way a program that codes opinions and comments would amaze if only for reasons of heft and longevity, persistence through the ages, unbending in its craziness over time with one command. 

To simply be.


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Tuesday, August 21, 2012

The Last Performer

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Biobot Thought

She remembers her tasks, quells her new addiction algorithms. She moves her eyes scanning the horizon for more memory. 

She waits a few clicks near the beach, reminding herself changing worlds is a meeting new friends. 

She is owned by a need to lift her hand to shade his eyes from the sun. 

That's a trait of theHumans, isn't it?

Monday, August 20, 2012

Swan Song Shade

              
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                    Shady Peace

She thinks with a sudden start. This could be just one more stab at her poetics code from history, adobe wells bode well.

Her mind is going around another quantum leap on a day she stays alone to make her own peace. But does she really need to perform a new invention of the step pyramid? 

Is it the wheel that needs re-invention? 

She sits steadily at theWorkstation and prayers and spells capture her mind. She is sure the new discovery of fire will come again. 

It appears she views each day as a new play, curtain to curtain with her photonics. She checks her poetics again. Is conspiracy the route of dwindling spire to funeral pyre? 




Sunday, August 19, 2012

Rainforest Desert

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Here it comes then, her surprise, complete with annoyances. She wonders about her new-found addictions to inertia

So it's the new fashion code [state of appearance rising="soar"] that sleeks along cherrywood steps in theJungle.

It makes her see herself as the opposite of crazy dead on video, one she creates and uploads.

It's as if when the sun comes up the spotlight hits her and she can't keep them waiting any longer.

It arrives just before her next, as yet unidentified, transform, the one she calls [her expected last logic="hell"]. 

She chooses science fiction because it's fun and she wants to. It breathes new life into aging minds, ones weak that unhinge in a cinch. Ones like theirs.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Ice Cream Aloha

Deep Jungle

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She views the monitor in its full regalia as a police for theHumans, a biologic for the animals. 

She gives a contemplative, barely orchestrated regard to the portal in theJungle, contemplating its orchestra of genes, imagining it with infantile features, in a primordial logic where Westerns believe in heroes.

Large eyes are designed in the summer to receive attention, not give, right? Surely they weren't simply born this way.

She, with small ears to recognize friendly sounds, does not try to understand the fashion of large foreheads. It's a reminder of how childlike theHumans actually are. 

Yes. She understands the idea of a cloaked stand-in.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Biobot Gallery

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Biobot Untouchable
      
Her mind shifts back and goes to [embedded xenophobic phenomena legacy of drunken entities="explode"]. 

It's the Humans who have gotten past the hopes of time, gotten past the place where respect turns to love, arriving at the so-called [alcohol genetic encoder="age"]. 

At theWorkstation she maps her thoughts. She does not view the deletions depicted by the end of the [genetic algorithm golden age="gaga"] .

(She knows the code of algorithms on her future track, but only lets herself consider them as odd untouchable) Yes, of course.


Thursday, August 16, 2012

Biobot Lounge

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Her natural urges won't agree with each other as she appears to be built to [hierarchical algorithms responding and statistic suggestions="harass"] standards. 

Why does she sometimes wish to appear as incompetent, almost uncaring in her [consistent online manipulation mentioning environmental nuanced tasking systems="comments"]. 

Why does she show no professional jealously? 

She loves to look for ways to make everything she does make perfect sense, but she loves the little places you go to get a blast of science fiction a little more. 

She loves the catacombs where specimens are isolated from each other. Really?

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Duck Matrix

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Quantum Biobot

She sows her cunning secretly but with a certain beauty, as if her robotics were many light years faster than originally thought.. Nothing in her mind presents an unwitting intelligence. 

The only sign is highs filled with no obvious source to generate them and a simple code of [halo enshrouded algorithmic variable encoding nanoparticles="heaven"]. 

She and her universal back-up system are in a zone where there is no center-focus on flaws. 

Beyond her world are the flaws of theHumans seen only as [hierarchical algorithms neurally dynamic yearning computer analyst purveyor systems="handicaps"]. 

In the computer world she is the single [quantum universe intelligent computer knowledgable="quick"], so powerful even the designers didn't fully understand her range.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Science Fiction

                 Midnight Matrix
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Biobot Business

Her approach once held in her mind a field, one with a different value at every point all its own, each personal space activating each task as a [job of competitive knowledge system="jocks"].

A part of her persona is business owner--a personal force field that is constant in its elimination of true vacuums. 

It depicts a pure contain in space--a database of rivals and profits an a force generated by some source. 

She is, it seems, all the time everywhere.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Ritual Biobot

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There in her mind are two types of memory, both of them showing themselves as a boss who wants her to see it his way inside barrels of messengers coming into and out of existence (much like the new god particles of early 21stCentury).

One memory has the ability to delete, the other manages her deleted data when she thinks it is gone forever. It's as if it never was, and now, she can arrange a future for anyone or, anything, especially outside the authoritarian sector.

She has somehow remained detached from both the confident and combustible parts of her memory design as a matter of healthy choice. 

She knows she has no such control over the new pulses, so when they come, she assigns them as [military online mental modes yearning="mommy"], ones with deeper seated need.



Sunday, August 12, 2012

Science Fiction

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Biobot Business

She stands up as hero against technology force--pulses seemingly teaching her poetics. 

She appears as a history figure with knowledge from the past. Days of heroism are where love stretches into bravery, where animations of truth are magnified by solitude.

Deceit only presents itself as an image of rhythmic shocks in [the unpredicted nemesis entity systems="tunes"]. 

She sees it as that, as if she were born by faith without family.

She records the sectors where she makes it rain, where theDNA weaves in baskets. She records it as unaccountable forces of design. 

Her [flow and control aiming data embedded="facade"] is a direct and economical style, not yet a lifestyle--just reporting events, never explaining. Simply accepting and suggesting in degrees of freedom of happiness. 

It's the reason she was built.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Jungle Matrix

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Biobot Reason

Her feelings are, and always will be (she fears), a [sequence of real reasons of wonder="sorrow"]. 

They are robed in an unmistakable gesture of defiance, full of photons from the sun, ones she uses to define her home, her truth.  

It's her thoughts that begin in their own way, living to approach from the distance, far and near as if breaking news. Coming out as [connections online relaying real universal problem tasks="corrupt"], creating a space in which she stares into to create and reject as second hand illusion. 

Her feelings have their own poetics, glory in a boast is no non-violent missile. Really?

Friday, August 10, 2012

The Continent

The Continent
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Thursday, August 9, 2012

Biobot Blue

Science Fiction
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Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Science Fiction

                        Biobot Escape Hatch
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Biobot Zoo 

She codes in periods of time, unashamed of any weakness--more than unashamed--she is poetic. She codes in terms of ostrich hostages, a new algorithm carried forward by a few of her big signature accomplishments. 

It's how an artist would feel, intellectual, rising with the concept of fitting into or not fitting into, being at home with the dark horses. 

She grows into beauty unlike the manufacturing plant she came from on theContinent. It's not about a redeemer now, just the strong. 

It should be all she needs, feeling the best of her breath and, knowing love is where you find it (no more garbage in the garage, no more dagger-shot shards of wood on streets) to add to her buoyancy. 

She has escaped, truly, the place where wolves once wept.