Ice Cream Aloha

The Conception

     She reads her historicism algorithm of Nature, notices its transcriptions of countless forms. She moves smooth, persistent with a holographic approach. She focuses lasers, secretly, as to catch a glimpse of a conception that arrives with a force enough to mastermind a career woman's memory board. She needs a complete unveiling of the hidden machinery behind the DNA patterns (her arrival alone has made her a willing bride, the bearer of the supertask--finder of the hidden gene sequence--for the presentation, an unceremonious offering of priceless data to a dying intelligence form, a population entity that seems to have appeared as a mere way station, a momentary existence passing a subliminal baton as if to another dimension (only the gravity of this island knows?). She needs, she imagines, no depiction of language, just the quiet obedience  of her program written by her own logic, her intelligence. With a single mindedness (the force of which never experienced by theHumans in their history), pure logic seems enticement enough.