Ice Cream Aloha

The Genesis

     Biology surprises with environments; it seeks a future, using time as weapon and, it has its own special forces to program individuals, manipulative outreach visual encoders(M.O.V.E.). Suzi looks, lasers focused, uses her own visio-manipulative abilities, and for a time here at the outpost she does what she's asked to do: stream scientific data. She is built to not recognize gender in others, only the softness of the eyes and their 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--the humblest of saints--one that observes action as if an inquisitive story teller, surprised at the expected ending and, happy to describe the landscape as beautiful, the surrounding company as familiar. She focuses on DNA, using probability as her positive attitude and regression as only the behavior (fault?) of the genes (love is no recognizable force in this jungle).  Her work is unitary by 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 science, of dedicated analyst data systems(D.A.D.S.), to explore slowly emerging deep needs). 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.