Ice Cream Aloha

The Secret

     Cooper looks to Carter for something to say. Carter is altogether the opposite of benevolence, the signature of regard for his own want. He is loyal, work-averse, full of need for the well-being of COM:TRAX, slightly in awe of their surveillance technologies, unthinkable, especially for  the human outpost project emporium (H.O.P.E.). Cooper speaks the words that freeze in Carter's ears, looks poignantly, takes hints, sees futility in science warrior algorithm retro marketing(S.W.A.R.M.) science.  He has patience. He had planned to make his intentions known to Carter or, at least, not allow to waste the finest piece of data collection in the history of earth. He knows his own sensitivities (something he isn't sure Carter is aware of, and he isn't about to start explaining it now). He carries no excuses, he knows Carter is about to say something; he knows he isn't about to budge off the same old line of thinking. Carter will have all he can do to keep himself contained (even if, by the true definition of the word, he is only half-human). He thinks of all the  surveillance cameras, all the links off the clone stations, all of the digital ultra clonal knowledge status (D.U.C.K.S.) nodes within the lab station. He'll want an informal conversation; he'll want to know about the acquisition of love-of-self from theNature, that if the censure of selfishness is real, that if the ownership of property is, in all reality, futile. He'll want to know.