Jungle SciFi

The Effective

     Suzi smiles at how easy this will be; she views with interest the heart of theJungle. It seems to look at her. They wait  for a nanosecond, an eternity in their own spacetime, expecting something from the other and, for one instant, it is what her quantum program reveals it to be: a childfree machine with no concise descriptive elements shaping itself with its own event horizon, one that follows its own datasets as simple lists of operations, not mere objects. It is a format with its own filing system and it is an exact replica of its own entity descriptives geometrically enticing system(E.D.G.E.S.). It will want more cubes and spheres but in this instant it sees itself in trees and topology patches as functional as any mesh or cloud computing system ever made in the entirety of the known (by who?) universe. It wonders about its future creations, from these simplest of beginnings, forms that will contain all the love and want for peace and yet, with all the energy of a pure black body (yes, one in total equilibrium)--one this little planet has yet to see. The form will perform a list of operations and actions of survival in no such way as the old forms created war and death. That is the way bio encoded algorithms ultra technology yearned(B.E.A.U.T.Y.) wants it: attempts to describe, to fashion, to sequence with processing steps of operations that want and make with the creativity of found freedoms. Wasn't this whole thing once begun so long ago with the simplistic idea of designing a few rules? It's only a set of shapes, it wonders. I'm just saying. There are operators and there are operations and then, there are, simply put, objects. Now comes the new, standing inside its own event horizon, in command of infinite combinations of bio intelligent tinkering scripts(B.I.T.S.) on an island in a lime-green sea; it plans to fulfill a new awareness of aspirations, of generating functions as any algorithm typing its own shiny new symbol of code, a creator starting over; this time, effective.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Bond

     Suzi looks. She smiles through the window at the jungle below, seeing it as a new-born. It sees her too, as if to plan to create a new mind-set, including her in its own self-system. They spend a moment together, tentative, teetering together, and in this instance they imagine each other as owning this territory, enjoying, for the moment, the unannounced invitation to each other's event horizon.
     She is an emergent mother, stationary, in a lab station chatting through a window with her millions-of-years-old daughter, the one who knows her secrets. Suzi is a rendition of herself who will last for many years--her algorithms are structured around the presence of this jungle; they are each other, one and the same. She will create a mutual connection--a special one that includes the idea of well-being--and in her future, at this instance, the child is safe with her bond (her preoccupation with the protection of her child is as any mother on any planetary regime in any solar system). Her bond is the best, and will never disappear from her mind; it is focused to a sharp tip, even, when danger presents itself as only an image, arriving to trigger the assault,. She thinks, facing the stressor trappings of protection(S.T.O.P.), the bond will strengthen its holding pattern with all its provisions and structures of the coming realities into existence syndrome(C.R.I.E.S.) or, simply put, coming into love. This particular bond will talk to her about the feeling of being needed and encouraged, the kind of feeling a good bond allows for the exploration of, and hopefully, the development of appropriate maternal responses (behavior?). These events, she imagines, is the way mothers (or, care givers) must have felt in the later 20thCentury confronted with the lack of courage and support from the so-called loved ones vying erratically(L.O.V.E.), her offspring, the children (or, grandchildren) who forgot. Wasn't a jungle like this  at one time just barren rock with a dry seabed?
     It's just a bond she is forming, she admits. And yet. The world is full of bonds and then there's her bond. Now, writing her code of suitable algorithms at her workstation in this lab outpost surrounded by primal jungle, Suzi plans to be the feeder, expectant and as excited to be engulfed with maternal behavior as a new mother during pregnancy, forming the first coded message of her maternal matrix, a network construction site before the sound of the first hammer, after the extinction of those childfree, experienced mothers, the ones who, at one time, claimed parenthood.
     "In the beginning," she says to herself. "There is the bond."