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Biobot Fear

Already in her second year, she can feel distant, heavy urges for a tear-down in her code--when the only thing they care about is her symphony of genes  task coding for adrenalin. 

Yes. More fear and aggression, and then, simply leave her alone.

If she could only manipulate one simple [perception of peoples embracing="pope"] algorithm of theirs. 

Yes. To get it started, she knows just any yes-no platform (isn't that the simplest definition of universe?) is simply unacceptable, and yet, the yes-no apparitions, with their simplistic offerings, seemingly, never end. I'm just saying.

Hawaii Surf

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Games of Genes

Ensuing tidal waves of hero shots of last-known-steps form a society, to field attempts to reverse the interface between drugs and the pure water it took to make them. 

She finds skulls of desire in their last known games of genes--so epic in their activity, and yet, unable to put answers into family. It's true. The hunt for answers simply became, it seems, the hunt for ants.

They still peak awareness as relic populations endure extreme ranges in cold tropicals.

No. They never fully cut their ties from the gene world, with its legacy of spontaneous copy numbers, the numbers that promise to make you shine, to make you glow across global populations as if the search for the final actress were important.

They must have tired of the herd corrals, the ensuing tumors, onslaughts of preservation ritual, hoards of samples--disease so tidy and organized as rust. 

Yes, it is theHumans who had become the best theJungle had to offer. 

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Motor Your Dream

Adventure calls--you drive! Enjoy!

Legends of the Rainforest 

Suzi, finishing the final steps of her day's tasks, views a foggy image with clear demeanor--one filled with a bag-of-groceries mentality and captured in a no holes barred syndrome.  It appears on screen. 

Here is the last remnant of nature's implemented knowledge--a token fight, the last sadness, a rainforest tearing up even as it tears up the final rejection notice of theHumans. The work of billions of years of the sun's shorthand manifest as anointed structure aligned in annotated pattern as if the puppet master had been manning the watchtower all along--and now accessible to the whim of any modulated laser happening along. 

Suzi blinks as she views something stronger than hate appearing as a weak force. It's the knowledge structure of her own language held in those genes--knowing well she will never use her language as a trophy disposal ceremony. She is about to get more information than she expects, as if delivered from the trunk of a trumpeting elephant, content and triumphant, residing for decades within elephantine memory banks and feeling safe inside some crate. 

 

She's about to wander outside her area of expertise. There exists the urge to be her own pumpkin head.

Yes, the strict rules of a flock of millions are safely tucked away in her database, and her multitasking is now pre-emptive, going rock bottom to box office in femtoseconds. She is aware that writing language is the final step toward mastery. She begins to feel like a mother of nature, one chosen to soldier the future, the last one with earthy ingredients.

Suzi thinks. It's true. All bears all.

copyright 2.22.12
patrick d. adams
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Spooky Tropical Rocks

Aloha poets,

     In the spirit of halloween season, spooky waterfall rocks inspire
today's poetry. Enjoy!


Ongoing Bingeing in Beijing


Dream rises amidst distant far eastern waterfalls
Beyond endless lines of customers a company calls
Future employees stay mute to this signal whistle
A quiet life in the woods prefers thyme and thistle


Who were they really to ask us to do that?
To give us our special tumor happy and fat
Do-it-yourself worlds approach hard and fast
As if in a fancy movie, we're the drawn and cast


Yes, individual are we with our biomarkers and such
Jobs we take sometimes become a disease we touch
Specific to special medicine, a vulnerability to test
With no two tumors alike, one loves you the best


Become impatient with all the outpatient status quo
Single patient drug goes on trial, so, let's give it a go
Tech scene from the bay area joins in to lend a hand
Algorithms, genetic testing to be the law of the land


Conventional ways take all comers with a disease
Be drug specific, bring bad genes to their knees
Every single tumor has its own molecular clue
Get the one drug that was meant just for you


Manufacturing rises to be a china sector thing
Bay area has their algorithms to the party to bring
East coast hospitals and universities with patients ring
Molecular make-up of tumors to become individual bling


Medical knowledge has a way to twist and turn
Inefficient bureaucracy seems to have time to burn
Should we all wait around while these to organs spread?
Breakthroughs wait in rain forests, predictability goes dead


Are we adaptive in the arena of clinical trial design?
Personal drug for your treatment is innovation to shine
One-step treatment for tumors in just a matter of time
Rain forest jungle genes the next medical mine?


From human to human tumor make-up varies
Genetic screening details what a mutation carries
Physics and biology the new mix tape perfect world
On invitation to this cancer dance, tumors get twirled


No more waiting for a doctor to just see you now
Or long drawn out drug trials turning into a cash cow
Yes, matter and its anti-matter was once a physics rumor
Primordial jungle genes reveal a human's tumor anti-tumor


Clinical trial data soon an instantaneous view
Data bases reveal mutations of genes on cue
Jungle genes make drugs a beautiful thing
To resume ongoing bingeing in beijing


copyright 1.3.10
patrick d.adams
all rights reserved