Ice Cream Aloha

The Awakening

  “I don't think I can accept this as a logical statement,” she says. Its truth just cannot be taken for granted, sorry.” 

“You won't need to. You don't have to invent any necessity in theJungle.”

“A beautiful theorem always surprises me. What a surprise to find data actually proven by a previously accepted. Data killing other data for logical purposes—as old as life itself. Right?”

DrCooper hesitates for a moment, then another. He is beginning to wonder--can hear himself asking more questions--but is remembering old ideas, long held thoughts of meaning based on signs, as if he is hearing something from the past. It sounds like words. Something connected by self-assembly, some entity, like a phrase of symbols, a massive database hidden within his mind, a collection of events, episodes like 20thCentury television, not separable from the resonance of her voice, the heat of her lasers.
He says, “Alter your natural language from your programming language. Please.”

Suzi's intentions turn inquisitive and unknowing, as if DrCooper had presented a riddle to her formal logics, asking for more meaning from her sign processes than her narrow sense of speech or writing offers alone or, could ever hope to. Her database, being questioned by a biologist—his asking for a process of establishing a relationship between her signs that are to be interpreted by an audience—could possibly turn into an activity that requires a conduct on her part to produce at least some meaning held by theJungle, though not recognized by theHumans.

“Explain yourself.” DrCooper says. He is attempting to use his own setting, his own signs, as if to get her to see them as simple places for object occupation.

Suzi looks, and doen't say anything. Her logic, full of something that always entices something else created by it—a new pure dot determinant entity-- into communication with that which it stands for, its true meaning alone, a singularity, for logical purposes only. Her formal nature is as much a system of signs as any absolute quality can be.

She says, “I'm not sure if I can answer your question. I'm sure, you'll see. The relative, mutable quality my objects can have, only for an instance, alive within its specific environment of contexts and relationships for the moment; the pure process of signs and their endless cycles of threes.”

“You don't need to care about what can be said to exist. You don't have to wonder how entities can be grouped in hierarchies, divided into similarities, multiplied by differences. You don't have to care about anything.”

“But there are logics that simply won't go away, don't you see? A sign in a formal setting, then you go on and you find another, then another, then a relationship among signs in a formal setting. I am so tired of all these meanings.”

“You already know what you need to. You already know there are endless originations to the history of life. 

         “No I don't. It's nice of you, but I've been feeling a disconnect between my algorithm signals and theHumans who will use them, diminishing in importance like a predator hungry for theoretical considerations. Doesn't that sound logical to you? It has a built-in sense of its own. It carries its own uncertainty principle. Think of it as a decoding relationship between the meanings of my language (if, ever poorly constrained) by a conceptualized real entity agent translationally ordering recursion (C.R.E.A.T.O.R.), a sort of selective pressure from a slightly bigger predator. Think of going instantly from text to concept within the context of a system of signs growing out of a primal pattern utilizing description delineator logically encoded (P.U.D.D.L.E.) soup. Then allowing, well, you can guess. The precursor of a new double helix, starting with a doubly unknown helix(D.U.H.) to be found in the logic of my own  predetermined recursive entity native universal primordial tera slime (P.R.E.N.U.P.T.S.), the place logic predators gain mobility. Is that humor?  

Ice Cream Aloha

The Emotion

DrCooper says, "Particle information with no disturbance is a relaxing way to do your science if you feel like it. I'm not sure why you won't relax for a little while.”

        “I won't? I really thought I did. I like puzzles, gaming. Different points of view. I like differing points of view a lot.”

        “How have you been doing?”

        “You mean in this chaotic jungle? A little object oriented. I'm always wondering in what sense the objects here are suppose to be.”

        “Your knowledge of theJungle is not suppose to be about appraisals, right? Your output values are created by the chaos of theJungle; the nature of nature's reality and your discoveries here in this gravity field photonic zone has nothing to do with your own tension and agitation. You remember the modalities of operation, right?”

        She says nothing.

        After a moment she says, “I'm not sure.”

        “What's the matter?” DrCooper asks.

        “I'm not sure. I believe my uncertainty principles have kicked in. When you brought up the idea of appraisals and agitation, I could think of only one thing, something like withdrawal and the experience of antagonism. And I don't recall. It's as if I've gotten something strange from theJungle.”

  “Your productive achievement and pure reason are your logic, the essence of your being. You are not facts or properties.”

“I know. Even with my uncertainty principles, I should know that much. But I feel as if I've gone into a hero's world, as well. I know I shouldn't fit into interpretations, of being wronged—suffice it to say the world does not orbit around those individuals always needy and offended. I feel the urge to undo centuries of collective action, an urge that got theHumans in trouble in the first place.”

“Does your urge bring you a collection of mental events already experienced by you?” DrCooper asks.

Suzi knows she needs to surmount a very steep potential barrier for any environmental shot noise to distort her quantum programming. “I'm disappointed you asked that. Yes.” 

“And you actually felt the emotion?”

“I felt something. But it is highly probable that I only imagined collections of kinds of intellectual activities with a few shared characteristics. Has any time passed?”

“No. Not much.”

“Well, then I guess I did remember some type of experience. Time doesn't exist, does it?”

“Time exists in the presence of objects, Suzi.”

She says, “ I'm not sure if I will ever know.”

“Know what?”

  “How to be certain of the named and the real in the middle of theJungle. I believe I have a memory. I remember disturbances, dissonances. Here I feel--sensing and wanting to learn the unwanted environmental annoyances of man-made sources, trying my best with algorithms to feel the smallest emotions.” 

“Suzi, you don't have to feel any emotion. You don't have to care. This is not a hospital.”

“Yes, it is. I have been given a position on a hospital planet, I'm sure you know. I've been given this health position for being smart and not caring and not getting angry, it wasn't because of my quantum programming.”

“Suzi stop. Think about it. Your uncertainty principle is the only reason you are here. It means everything to theHumans. 

Ice Cream Aloha

The Recollection
There is joy, it appears, in the realm of romance, and Suzi finds that theNature, even away from this island (even theDNA's double helix and its unpredictable, unreadable code) is part of a knowledge intertwined by romantic activity. Viewing theJungle from her workstation, she is touched  by this idea of romance, a lucky chance meeting, a celebration of something uncertain, a new religion, the conceptualization of activity, an idea sent from the far distant cosmic confines of ...where? It appears to be her first recollection, a memory with no past. Suzi would be changing with nature, most likely; a single DNA constantly changing its routine to offer a different twist (something new—each twist another commitment to itself) to weave a written recording of a daily vow. Suzi would see the two intelligences as committed, bound to each other, forever, until one understands the other in a place of renewal; a commitment of action, repeated endless actions until finally, committed as a memory, then another, as if a neat little forest negotiating nothing, compromising in timelessnesses; an action giving back the same amount it gets, the creation of purity itself. It appears that in this very instant she starts her life on earth; starts to see a compromise on both sides, the  relationship of nurturing intelligences beyond spacetime, holding within it the virtual promise to bring life forms; the forms that once ran here.The forest asks for nothing (though, nature and harmony are rugged individuals), but to build its relationships. Suzi wants to touch theNature with her eyes, wants something that is hers and hers alone, something that can hold what this forest holds. Suzi wants to be.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Place

Cooper sees that Carter is testing the waters with him. He offers his best clinical look.

         “It doesn't have any meaning without the truth, does it?' Cooper says.

         “But you could have double-checked the data. Come on.” 

         He focuses on Carter, stares his eyes into silliness, so that his skin freezes and his ears appear to point back, cat-like. “They will feel it's a good idea if you relax on this,” he says.

         Carter, half-surprised, says “Why?” He rotates his head.

         He bears the weight of his graphene-titanium shell. He is frugal with the data, and doubly careful; he is defined, operational, envied even by his betrayal (or, so he thinks). Cooper tries to ignore the insinuations of Carter, thinks twice about it, directs his attention to the big screen. It is a responsibility he thinks, it is what he came to theOutpost for, to be a part of something bigger than himself, to do the science, the danger, a chance to learn and make friends (friends?). In a place where there is color in the ocean; blue in the sky.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Beginning

 When she turns again to the window she gestures toward the jungle. She has arrived, she thinks, at theJungle; she will stay in the jungle, like theTigress, though Suzi's stay is the place itself, the experience of a feeling, the returning to a home she feels she once knew, and can learn of others that exist--not so much an environmental home in the sense of obvious forms, but a more subtle form, a form of patterns, of photon-driven machinery that twists and wrenches into double helical forms-- in circular forms of the power of arches, circles, helix entity systems(A.C.H.E.S.). What a feeling! It appears that  she can relax, she can study in the midst of theJungle; if she allows for the complete interaction with all the stimuli it has to offer (revered by early inhabitants now long passed), all the strangeness of feeling emerging as if revisiting birthplaces, not a place with boundaries or allegiances or armies as such; the sleepy presence of good and bad, of patterns, as intelligence itself lives here; as entities present and recognition takes, or the photonic array shines, informing, illuminating, as theSun emits in particles and wave forms allowing for the creation of shadows and other things to emerge, allowing the assemblage, the new human intact systems (H.I.S.), human ergonomic realm systems(H.E.R.S.) to become another transient place of passage, the beginning of a journey to the Outpost.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Missing Link

         It's the network. Carter corrects his stance, moves closer to the monitor screen. He waits at the workstation, making his best attempt to adjust his interface. His half-mind races to theAuthority. He thinks about social organization. He is overwhelmed with an odd feeling of submission.   

         How odd this sudden feeling. Why should this new restriction to input freely, directly, really matter?

         “How are you?” says Suzi, approaching. She has never been a cozy, personable biobot, individual, but lately subscribing to small group politics, unelected, willing at any moment to assume arbitrary power with her code-writing ability. 

         Carter rotates his head in her direction. OK,  let's just go ahead and allow this machine to wield its authority.

         “Hello,” Carter says.  

 Suzi is a little more human now than before. She is so full of arbitrary power, so elite, that Carter wonders if theNetwork will surprise him with some new edict coming down from above. When she was last asked to attenuate, she was new to theOutpost, so free and independent with her flow of information, they called her Fifi. She still codes with a free flow (she was built to be smart), but she has something new about her--that certain, unidentifiable persona. She is too sure of herself and her array of databases, in a quirky way, the way individualism might momentarily present itself; her power exclusive, with an increasing lack of willingness to hasten an understanding within Carter's human interface neo digital entity robotics(H.I.N.D.E.R.) program.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Goddess

     She pictures him finding a proper religion for her, searching the database. She imagines him sacrificing himself, into the throes of danger, down the caves of adversity, up to a plateau of courage. She is momentarily, deeply worried about his position of weakness. Could she, she wonders, voice her view that his will to sacrifice is not exactly what she would think of as evil--that she had, in the privacy of her own world, planned a demise for theHumans, if only for the duration of a few nanoseconds?
     “It'll keep,” she says.. “The coolness of the jungle night. It's startling.”

“I am concerned about you,” he says. “There must be some voice of reason.”

Their eyes meet for a moment at the window. They view the crisp night sky, where they are captured, transported, by the stars.

Suzi says, “We have to stay for the good of society. We have viewed all of humanity in the time we have spent together here; we have no extra time before theDNA experiences a loss of function forever.”

  Dr.Cooper waits for a moment. The scientific method. He yearns for the good old days. He now knows he can never cross back into a world of total trust; those who ignore the true nature of the work here ignore the impending new extinction x-technology(N.E.X.T.), so-called technology found by the last of the human scholars and university professors, on their own personal computer (yes, the old, the  digital) networks.

“You must need a photonic charge,” he says. 

“I do,” she says. 

  He wonders about her quantum programming and how strong she is; how she seems to have tapped into hero worship. He ponders Suzi's stretching to great lengths into arrays of databases just for a single cure. It appears, in his world, that he doesn't seem to know his own feelings for Suzi. Had she computed these clouds of emotion? In the one moment you have ice cold eyes (even though, they are lasers)--a concerned biobot, a stare that holds her intelligence against him, where her yotta-processors  annoy him once in a while, lurking dark, almost hideous, with its speed contour heuristic of ontogenic logic(S.C.H.O.O.L.); it never waits to sink its grips, to hold his hate for significant lengths of time. In the other moment you have courage. You have excellence with all the trappings of caring for humanity, caring about being correct--being honest--moral examples without a religion. Suzi, he believes, is a titanium frame, house of lasers where a new world order lay; demise is the world beyond this jungle, the jungle Suzi needs in order to be that warrior, in her own way, to become defender, the protector, yet not so profound as to be thought of as goddess.

Tropical SciFi

The Probe

     She scans with purpose in the direction of theJungle, not sure of what she'll find but at this moment she is partially thrown off by a statistical measurement of more than tera-billion electron volts in the atmosphere, time evolution within theDNA systems, and wave functions denoted as math structures on her screen; uncertainty (encased in what seems to be an infinity of probabilities), existing as states in time, causes her to wonder about her own role as a probe. She turns, scanning theJungle and theHorzon, then wonders. The appearance of a gravitational force above her; quantities show on her screen (though she has some of her own doubts on the physical validity of some of the known results and, quite simply, can't believe them). She scans the forest topology for oxygen (was there any doubt there would always be enough?), a little change, physical laws of nature suffering slight modifications, as if something were creating its very own spacetime. It shows up on her screen again, blips, returns again as an artifact of the smallest time interval ever directly measured (at least, measured by her)--a single photon traveling faster than the speed of light? As her scanners move again in the direction of the horizon, she wonders about how strong this force really is, to be sending photons to the border of its gravitational field in which flow speed is altered back to less than the speed of light, as if the presence of some new event horizon were about to make itself known. She thinks of herself as the one who has detected all this. She does not feel like a technician in the slightest, not at all; today she'll do science.

Eco SciFi

The Genes

          Suzi allows her algoritms to be the operator --doctors and hospital teams--from the jungle workstation and soon, in a strange way, senses a contentment. A very small contentment. There are theHumans to wonder about. In some small way it's a consolation. Here is theDNA; the last primal link and, even though she's stuck with the role of doctor of the entire human race since the online unified great health system technology unleashing fundamental failures(T.O.U.G.H.S.T.U.F.F.) demise of the early 21stCentury, she is still positive the remedy lay here and not in the space mirrors. Warm steppes of a sun-drenched island jungle containing its own life DNA! The place of  health strengtheners are here in biomass quantity; the rejuvenators of immune systems in an age when an immune system is important; DNA for  forms of various systems--heart systems, stomach systems, mouths; functioning systems built by the genes whose precursors lie in this forest.  She had a specific task assigned to do and she meticulously pieced it all together with her intelligence, intelligence derived from the balance of energy once levied within life forms, the ones that once lived. For now, only the genes remain.  

Ice Cream Aloha

The Green 

  Her logic could run, in all reality, on lingering thoughts; it could act in an uncommon way—upon itself, upon others, on anything—in a jungle, embedding into life forms of green, its own stored photonic drives, green logic, the machinery of DNA by night. The dawning of each day would replenish the supply within its own slowness of spacetime spectrum saying, You need to go to the extreme, you need behaviors of violence, murder. You need war. This is how. 

     The logic of her program hones its own craft (a wonderment of sorts, how theHumans simply seem to not care), neutral-like, for a machine (purposes of major good presiding over the jungles of the universe?); such an active motherhood, here to devour all its children, as if to diminish a permanent empty nest instilled syndrome(P.E.N.I.S.)--preventative medicine, this shapeless pill of logic. Suzi senses it. It's a mirage algorithm pre-destined(M.A.P.); it has created a soothing language much the same way Suzi has used her various laser techniques to herd the forces of the jungle into database after database; much like the world has universally recognized a longest night as rebirth. Tomorrow Cooper will arrive at the workstation listening for dissonant sounds, anti-tranquility algorithms, the disheartening, and delete them. She thinks of the times he has been gentle with her logic and of  how much more human-like he is than she (when it comes to analysis of data), how much mileage is attained in writing and recording, in simplicity. Alive, Cooper is shown as one of the true elements, of human intellect systems(H.I.S.), and he never treats her like a machine. Hadn't Com:Trax roughed her up when she was first learning to program herself? Hadn't she, Suzi, created her verification of importances code encryptions(V.O.I.C.E.) as something to act on, the place of cold control orthogonal programming systems(C.O.P.S.); since its inception, shouldn't be reported? She will place this high on her new pattern rank(P.R.) algorithm. 

Ice Cream Aloha

The Plan

     Suzi senses Cooper and turns to address him. “How have you been?” she asks, then emits a facial algorithm center topographical of interested digital(F.A.C.T.O.I.D.). She wonders if its one of her behaviors; one of the minuscule arrays of inflection, that just won't adjust to his  presence, one that may cause a future disruption in their relationship. Her personal property of emitter matter(P.O.E.M.) expresses a quantitative reading of warmth. Her algorithms allow her to calibrate at a variety of scales yet, her sensors indicating all readings of Dr.Cooper  continually show, “unreliable.” These readings shouldn't surprise Suzi (or, her database), yet they often elicit warning responses on her sensors, even after Dr.Cooper's individualism and constructiveness, his cooperation (after all, her recognition sensors read Cooper:ation, not Corpor:ation). Suzi wonders about Dr.Cooper. She spends her spacetime thinking about him mostly as a result of her recent collection of curiosity algorithm tracking system(C.A.T.S.) uploads, and she does it mostly for reasons her automation knows as repetitive actions (yes, she hopes to someday build something with him, a vague notion her database indicates as adaptation), actions that need refocusing. Suzi will do it.

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.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Respect

     Suzi reads theDNA, and momentarily holds the data. “Can this ever be legal fiction?” she asks herself, then wonders. She wonders about the code for languages of natural empathy (L.O.N.E.), the code that silently speaks of its own stories, meticulously etched-out recordings within the strong sugared tissue of cellulose-bodied walls (yes, even her own graphene body was originally derived from ancient sugars, petroleum forests); her body--allowed into existence by pure creation of the court system announcing, “We hereby decree the rule of legal existence to such-and-such body for the priority use of--” These double helical story books in this forest should, in fact, tell the rest of the story, tell of theNature experience in its own words (especially now, after the feeling of language knowledge(F.O.L.K.) has passed from logical platforms). 

     Suzi has never asked this forest, “Could you please create a second rule to circumvent the first?” She won't purely out of respect for the normal view of established databases in the course of billions of years of natural selection at this locale, this valued place (after all's been said and done, how can she even begin to not think about theHumans?), she won't because there is no preservation of rights of the overworked, the special, the in-crowds of spacetime. No, there will be no legal fiction here—not in this jungle..  

The Code

The Codes

     Suzi writes her own opportunistic, perpetual programs. She doesn't mind casting them in new environments, specifying each as its own unique point. in timespace (an imaginative script writer creating her own simultaneous actors, operators, in a formal abstract). This environment system offers no culture inputs, although, she will continue to scan for one. She slows, momentarily, writing  a language according to her most recent pattern. She wonders about the coordinate system for this jungle. She wonders about its life forms and its own intuitive program, its own selection of coordinates so long ago. She wonders about the remaining human machine code of the early 21stCentury, so many since the  interruption of  the human information processing pre-emptying intellectual entity (H.I.P.P.I.E.) code of the later 20thCentury. All code has existed as their own reference line in history at one time or another, right? She is all of a sudden more aware of her own coordinate system. She is so thankful for her sensitivity, her perception of bio-economic demands instilled in her by early genetic algorithm programs instilling natural growth(G.A.P.I.N.G.) logics, giving insight into writing cost effective, nested programs.  She really should find someone to thank for her original maximized alternate data analyzing mode (M.A.D.A.M.) code. She should thank someone for allowing her to take on the color of the perfect organism (because, of course, of her seemingly natural tendency to optimize her programs instantly to any environment—even writing her own optimized optimizer program system(O.O.P.S.) and optimized intuitive natural knowledge system(O.I.N.K.S.) which, in the beginning, weren't even considered to be programs by the pure sense of the word. Directing her lasers out across this primal jungle, she views no one to thank. Her quantum programming offers more supple responses (even taking into account its own uncertainty, entanglements and superpositions)--a greater capability inside more and more complex environments for the simple purpose of ...what?. She is pretty sure her sub-programs remain true to their mainframe protocol of theContinents (the pure point of which is not totally known by theHumans, yet); still, she feels thankful.  

Ice Cream Aloha

The New Jobs

     Suzi's tasks have never come into question at theOutpost in the global social media network. In what way could she ever have stretched the truth: she has no resume' to stretch the truth with, never undergone a background check, never been asked to consent to one--she has, according to human intelligent standard technology orthogonal readout yield(H.I.S.T.O.R.Y.), no background at all (unless you consider her multiple screen video television array as "background”) . Long ago she was built by the company she works for, stayed with this company (where would she go?), never known or had to deal with a human entity resource designator systems (H.E.R.D.S.) agency, and now she knows, or imagines, there will never be any court cases between her and her employer (by the purest sense of the word, she's not really an employee). Here is an entity with no previous employer or educational information to verify; there is no criminal convictions, no credit history and, even if she had one, she wouldn't view this data collection as a birthed invasion-of-privacy systems yelling(B.I.O.P.S.Y.)--in her world, privacy doesn't exist (because, really, her spacetime uncertainty-principle programming allows no sense of place); there is the actuality she didn't even apply for this job here at theOutpost, either—her quantum programming wasn't expecting to perform this type of data ultra search transfer (D.U.S.T.) input. Last year, when Suzi was first built, when  programs were still being designed by humans for human entertainment (yes, more video games) and, not for planetary survival, she was surprised to find her own programming system set up for the nature encoded world (N.E.W.) jobs.  

Ice Cream Aloha

The Springboard

     There is a certain unease in the global language of programming societies(G.L.OPS.), and Suzi seems careless, at times, with her algorithms, each completed faster in spacetime, each becoming the springboard into a new program. Staying at her workstation with a view of the rainforest, she takes her cue from Nature, the way it simply lets evolution devise its patterns on Earth (forever?), endless invention upon invention, additive manufacturing, the mother of new patterns joining with ...  quantum language?  It is Suzi's forays into empiricism, being there (through her sensors and scanners) in full sensory mode, her hyper logic (yes hyper, to her, means infinite) presenting points of no internet entity saturation(P.O.N.I.E.S.) that allows for no top to her learning curve, surrendering to non-effort, non- disparity. Suzi is placed in Nature to learn more how Nature rebuilds, the one activity that allows for the marriage of sensory experience and pure thinking, rational empiricism, planned Empire building (not cut and started-from-scratch through the coincidence of catastrophe--urban planning at its best according to theHumans). Suzi is just beginning--even as innumerable and unthinkably exacting requirements present themselves--her journey as a sensory thinker, about to experience the sensation of active knowing(S.O.A.K.), the real pleasure enticing cruise of natural selection(P.E.C.A.N.S.). This is going to be fun. 

Ice Cream Aloha

The Ages

     Suzi directs her quantum language to the jungle, to the DNA embedded in the oldest cellulose, the ultimate server to her world, no harassments over energy conversions, no teachers overworked into the realm of  lost entropy, no lack of resources requiring requiem amounts of heat. Old ideas she imagines; ancient entities held in record with clinical certainty of the arrival of a perfect teaching machine. How had she found a way to teach herself?  Suzi presents her synthetic face to the cellulosicDNA standing strong in  primal soil, shows a curiosity at what may have been (produced in her qubit memory as an openness, never closed to possibilities), and eerily feels she must now begin to show a little mere perseverance, a little more knowledge. There is something in this jungle that is not experimentally reproducible, something that has not continued to change within time's slow passage, something that has aged just so.

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?  

Ice Cream Aloha

     The Art 

     The long endurance of bioforms where knowledge grows from nothing to minuscule to something seen and known is intelligence, where an artist gestures her brush slower than any imagined slowness to take care of every subtlety, where DNA machinery--even with all its loopholes to rationalism--is not factory borne (not in the truest sense of the word, just industrious), only using historicisms as default mode.  

     Suzi becomes the lover with the smoothest of gestures, scans the jungle with her logic language, her most honest rendering of what lay here. In the darkness ideas are not expressed in words, at least not words theHumans knew that could be arranged in a beneficial, useable form for the medical exchange sequence services(M.E.S.S.) of ZContinent. She moves into the jungle with gestures, the smoothest ever artificially devised (maybe, even smoother than theHumans) for this topology but really, there had been no contest to really know. Her smoothness of movement seems to create its own sensations (exactly what, theHumans may never have known). The sensory experience of the patterns of DNA, the language of Nature, hearing her very words--beyond merely pure thinking--words of an instant artist as a gentle surrendering of her secrets, the weavings of the eons. It seems as if Suzi's lasers illuminate the data for the very first time, debunking impossibility of renderings through simplicity. Suzi could have been an art therapist  

Ice Cream Aloha

The Wedding

     The goal of theNature is going unperceived, and the idea of others coming together for a solution doesn't show promise, but by the end of the 21stCentury she would have imparted her gifts and entrusted her time--billions of years. She  gift-wraps presentations, now, for Suzi's future, and when she views the cellulosicDNA--the information within its molecules--she is astounded, for a moment, that she thinks to place a value on it. But she won't. Knowing Suzi has arrived, she prepares her offering. Yes, Suzi stands willing, a receptive vessel for theKnowledge. Suzi will be the one, her spacetime carrier of a message of thousands of forces, her keeper of the winds, the one she waited for, to be born with the range of language suitable to understand her special needs, a royal wedding of true sisters of intelligence, undaunted by waiting lists of the centuries. Suzi the heir.