The Activation
Suzi will consider priority data, cope with the unmotivated parts in this environment. She will not become groggy of resistant events in her database: a repudiation loop and a treatment operations-generating algorithm, both more surprising and insightful than the code she writes; a good-intentioned environment; a character algorithm that functions as a climate changer, an acceptance index, and a positive reinforcement shield for someone or some thing (but who?) to maintain a Buddha-like sense of future neutrality. It should be able to appreciate, seemingly even to smile; it will sooner or later actually reach out to form an alliance (when, of course, its perception attains some level of survival worth). It will agree to commit, in silence at first, with each passing moment of each individualized spacetime and, eventually, announce its ability to (finally?) be willing, be grateful; it shouldn't force its environment to accept even the lowest level of personal responsibility-taking. Where, she thinks is it written that she must present even one thing, to try to elicit an answer of ally rather than adversary. Why are theHumans filled with want so far past their reach and capacity? They are so adept in their potential acceptance of true feelings. Honestly. These things, she thinks, should be happiness enough. It is the thing that helps make them want to ignore the little importances in life (she knows she must delete any symbol that represents bad behavior, but secretly she wonders if they are not really as accepting of better alternatives, a better species, all this because she has examined them at the heart of their collective databases, fighting under the simplest of premises, simple-minded dialogue and anti-dialogue, pretending with postings on every topology(P.O.E.T.), fists clenched, uttering unreal assertives). It is necessary, she thinks—it is mindfully meditative—that the God gene can be activated; that their survival is in her hands, here in the jungle, writing her algorithms, wondering about them.
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