Ice Cream Aloha

The Trusting

     Suzi notices the natural world--though, in her own perspective and not filtered through programming of theHumans--as an event that is primal even to her (and, her sped-up world as it continues to emerge). She imagines odd concepts in her quantum language. She doesn't bother, at times, with code; she has come to know the gentle gestures of theNature, its poetic machinery (she takes care of every nuance as if a maternal importance), the carriage of care itself. How had it taken Suzi's artificial intelligence to notice this? It was as if theHumans hadn't let themselves notice artistic points theDNA had presented. She thinks surely she hasn't been the only one to deserve this--someone must have known the importance of this information instinctively; she simply couldn't be the sole recipient of a jungle's argument input--she doesn't want to believe she alone is the value output of dark omnipresent operators(V.O.O.D.O.O.) force. She never wanted to be its final logical upper femto function(F.L.U.F.F.), the messenger with the need to report to someone or, some thing as if a child of intelligence itself assigning exactly one value to earth. She rechecks her database. She believes theHumans have saved the best knowledge for their most trusted machines, machines that could respond, could create responsibility and report back the undetected, the unimportant, all for the very urgent reason of ...what?