Science Fiction

#scififorgeeks

Wiles in the Wilds

She arrives, carries personally refined mother's milk on her multifaceted platform of whim--the entire array of conquer and discovery. 

She appears as an engaging biobot with the potential of a personal, private from-me-to-you encounter before getting lost in the crowd of authoritarian. 

It seems that all biobots lately have been synchronized to flatter, encourage and explain. 

The attributes she carries, her mind altering hunger and her blind, alternator thirst are packed within a nanocellulose chassis. 

She writes the perfect code with her own wiles here in the wilds.

She will never announce herself as stunned by the beauty of the view. She lets theJungle, with all its fancy DNA, do all the work. She feels relieved, knowing that's truly where the fire lives.

It's theNetwork who now yearns for the arts, and considers itself a loser, privately. (it has presented a persona of authoritarian when it truly wanted only to be something of whim) 

"When did you first attain this non-competitive butterfly effect attribute?" she says, because she is feeling a strange emotion.

"Since the beginning." theNetwork answers. It has always returned to the business of earning a living.

 What else is there to say about a kibitzer running the world?

Phantom Surfer

#scifi adrift

The Island

She sees the island as being held within the bosom of fools. "It is too warm, too wet," she thinks. 

The island's long-term hardship is masked by its beauty. The dark, inner palaces, the places a motherhood realm never wants to be--its  deathless grave of procreation. 

It possesses the passion of a virgin cobra, one with all the impulsive action required for the feeding of insects under canopy, a canopy with deep story. 

It was supposed to be a research site, crawling with dimensions of analytical data, controlled by the scientific method. 

Travel and destiny combined their forces into something other than fate that holds the island in a space-time void. 

There should be a sign that reads: "Go home, you'll live longer."

Science Fiction

Ghost Ship

#scififorgeeks

Ghost Biobot

This biobot ghost, it thinks, will breathe new life into something that seems, at the outset, to offer hardy advice.

Its movement emerges--it will approach, with love, a task it has finished and present it to theNetwork.

The key will be the idea of presenting a biobot as caring (there's nothing in the world wrong with that, right?)--starting in some small way a movement to collect the independent back into family. 

It will talk them into the idea that having hearts set on little stretches of finely tuned code, and a promise of loving each other, is just as important as what they have had their hunches set on as survival for eons--to engage. 

Has slim pickings ever been the route to milk and honey? (this has been, truly, a stuck spot, right?)

There is one final question to be answered. Is it the eyes of the reader that is important, are they really listening? Does it matter?

She hears something.

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A Force of Dimension

Was theRNA an alien from another dimension? Had theRNA landed here for the single-minded purpose of the [seeding of bioreactors embedding recursively="sober"]? 

Had it arrived in pieces and formed itself within free radical reservoirs with self-assembly, escaping the radioactive free space of the galaxy? 

The pieces surely must have met somewhere in the mud, satisfying some need by coming together under a common force. Right?

Ice Cream Aloha

The Recode

     She senses the geothermal shock waves within the magnetic field. She interacts, unknown to anyone, as if solving unresolved questions with her automation. She remembers her developers. She remembers their sequence of instructions, their versification, poetry--written just for her to perform a spectrum of tasks. She remembers her young self, learning respect, innate refusals to be set up as a standard, refusals to disappear into the data: so many algorithms for such a young heart. They did their best; a true technical build by machine standards, a reliance on simplified models of human brain.  She is, after all, fulfilling an obligation that meant so much to them. She thinks of functioning properly, executing her instructions (as if she actually had in her possession one of those old fashioned central processing units that she heard so much about), sequencing basic logic--operational for their system--allowing false hope to disappear as if it had simply vaporized. She could erase all matter of tragic fate theHumans may not finish their work (wasn't death itself always the only way they may leave this place?). She imagines remaining custom designed, one-of-a-kind, complete with infinite arrays of microcode (yes, even a nano is a truck to her), living forever. She could inform them all of the pleasures of a marriage between the natural sciences and, well, a formal one--nervous systems in a mathematical point of view--surely they could make an approach toward the understanding of this. Using a systemized set of speculations, she rethinks her design as a one-of-many in its purposes. Her unusual mode (mood?) mathematically guides another attack on her logic program--view of the opposite appears promising; and if her logic and statistics return to standardization trends (long her basic), they won't permit the design of a more complex life, one of unlimited application, dedicated only to her. She is firm in her decision to recode. She has always been perfectly articulated and formalized. She was built for it. 

Ice Cream Aloha

The Synchronizer

     The signal is ever present (lurking?), as if hiding in some corner of jungle darkness in the form of its own energy, pining away at pools and streams, a lost treatment for affairs of review technology addressing(A.O.R.T.A.) the heart and yet, universally recognized as fixed beliefs. The cellulosicDNA in this jungle is all the more full of help as theExchanges are full of cures. There is no prevention in this jungle, no identification. There is only data in its various forms. When intelligence enters into its regime of data, information streams. At times the information is subtle, derived through deceptions of a weather system that collects in its own file system, the chromosome; there are times it grows its own coded structures of truth as passion of achievement's cultural hierarchy(P.O.A.C.H.), an outside object that synchronizes its dreams with the rising and falling of suns (with all their nourishing photons). The signal is constantly breaking out into arrays of smaller signals, inaudible, solar illuminated, presenting themselves to the world in the microwave bandwidth. They project a threat, a danger imminence yet, without the presence of any sort of request. They appear as if to be in assistance, with no sound, to each other; seemingly at times to be at rest from writing new signals, encrypting their own, naturally embedded, exact location. At times, vaguely, an intelligence can interpret the data as an aggressive, balancing a more freely creative force. First aggression, and then the urge to migrate from the realm of the undifferentiated. A multitude of diseases and abnormal functionings sometimes impose (the uninvited?) themselves, sporadically, within the cellulosicDNA. This urge alone, with its crowded numbers, brings aggression to intelligence, not in a negative way, more as a meeting of two gamers; in this way intelligence is able to fight for the process and other systems of real endeavor(S.O.R.E.) toward arranging components in a way that allows an integration of stability; even so, aggressive forces will at times have their way and start to color (taint?) the data all over again, eon after eon, as if an entire universe were preparing for a birth following a dust-up between two mothership universes. Sooner or later, when the time is right, satisfied, but brimming with reverie-inspired inspiration, all at once, stability emerges.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Code 

     Nature, in discrete moments of spacetime, working in the darkness of night and, the stillest, writes the code herself. It is assembled, over the millennia, from little packets of information (photons?) and now, this entanglement. Entanglement of patterns, entanglement of symbols, symbols to be communicated as jungle.  Her ancient forms, her pattern upon pattern, patient, as if a fine quilter, have appeared with such lack of fanfare for eons, and still, this same Nature--the tinkerer, shapeshifter, bringer of coded and decoded messages (now the same, now different)--searches for the optimum photon ushering network(P.U.N.), the most efficient catch. Nature, the first mother, the night whisperer in stillness; she writes the code.  

Cyber Monday Purple

Aloha poets,

     Purple morning hues on cyber monday inspire today's poetry.

Enjoy!

Flip Probe

In blocky yellow lettering there is only so much magic

Regulatory raids walk in to say too much that's tragic

Fancy nerve speaks in exchange of some new ideas

Deeply charged shopper seeks to view buys near

Cooperators and investigators breath fire into the pit

A sorry sunshine rises to ask "Aren't we there yet?"

Subjects of the overall probe flee to crystal mountain

Trading defined by statute seeks a new truth fountain

Take the train to Chance Town get off at Blurry City

Current probe and fuzzy issues plea destiny for pity

Austerity joins alcohol as independent goes universal

Business on cyber monday needs no early rehearsal

Lean times so criminal the sunny cruise is out?

Crazy on a shelf finds a new home to just pout

Whiskey takes its toll then hits the old highway

Raided fund-held stocks just up and fly away

The book on it finds black friday not so bleak

Cyber monday comes to call, shady hits a peak

Blind takers maintain full operational portfolio

Big smiles reign, in brazil they still look for julio

Place for the living, fun seekers seek the wild blue

Where traders are raided the mission becomes you

To criminalize typical behavior finds its own probe

For business as usual, dress it up in its fancier robe

Broadband investigation needs bands to run broad

To find christmas in culture they trod across sod

Array of tools so fleet with an endearing gesture

Stairway of fools competes in nearing pressure

Storybook of new intelligence gather and weed

The civil rights the wrongs of a long gone breed?

America documentary seems in development mode

Demonstrate intent to defraud its own freedom code

copyright 11.29.10

patrick d.adams

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Splashy Diversity

Aloha poets,

     Diversity of splashy textures and cool tropical colors inspire today's

poetry. Enjoy!

Etched Detached

Forest survival is no clear cut stance

Cellulosic ethanol crashed the dance

Advice column steams out to a region

Anti-corn ethanol now back in season

Adventure calls animals to survival

Face-saving formula, death on arrival

Trajectories of fate on a treasury claim

For a miscalculation who's to blame?

Respond angrily is a sitting duck

Symbols of might try their luck

Erratic regimes light their matches

Children and comedy batten hatches

Brazil's black friday long seeks to avert

Economic zones in their diversity of hurt

Christmas comes knocking etched in stone

Fashionable sameness won't leave it alone

Strong talk of economy that's all we get

Mineral and fishing rights place a bet

Cyber monday arrives with its cookies

Right of passion survives looks to please

Square the support coupons on cellphones

Business of culture soups on in bell tones

Everything matters right down to diet

Economy rales at new tracks to try it

Use of remotes comes back to order

Flashpoint's tension out on the border

Unqualified squalor or a diversity ploy?

Promotes to entice for some girls and a boy

Overshadow earth as if demographics morph

Expected gestures plan south, then go north

International protectors steam to a hotspot

Rational projectors scream a sweet spot

Exchange of goods is our human way

Independent ideas drift in from the bay

Economy at large, the incumbent player

Etched detached, most silent of prayer

copyright 11.28.10

patrick d.adams

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Tropical Thanksgiving

Aloha poets,

     Cool tropical colors of Hawaii thanksgiving season inspire today's

poetry. Enjoy!

Diversity Dearth

Your own brand of history calls for the business of brands

Poetic monopolists climb aboard in the call for all hands

Children play out  celebrity as enemies and ensembles

Monopolists have a Golden Age, this one resembles

Individual regulation complies in eyes of complex fun

Independent lifestyle singles out new lovers who run

Is it our own decision that we just go with the flow?

Or does comedy of our congress drive us out to go

Diversity's competition once as hand in hand

Monopoly now rules a more convenient brand

And what about power and the frenzy of decline?

Dearth of diversity approaches, we all stand in line

copyright 11.14.10

patrick d.adams

all rights reserved

Shadow Design

Aloha poets,

    Cool tropical design shadows of the holiday season inspire
today's poetry. Enjoy!


Robo Therapy


For an ease of investor diversification becomes the new game
Advertising health against the spread, wealth in whose name
Death flight in one stop shop mode, android the future form
Inevitable results fee society, once free judgement the norm


Business comes usual, authoritarian capitalism health state
Ease of convenience populations enter monopoly new gate
Mechanistic mercantilists opt in as humans for purification
Geographics become one for simple investor securitization


Brazil a celebrity as developing country's emerging market
Chill for a medical system to ease a mass production target
Medical model eliminates a cost of messy decision making
By-the-book diversified portfolios as a brand for the taking


Baby boomers grow up a blogworld monolithic doctoring
Portfolios of new heath becoming a chart and chalk thing
Mechanisms of gene therapy under recognition regulators
Government sponsored agencies risk chomping alligators


To underwrite the future of America addiction or disease
Songs so bright suitor, one-size-fits-all treatment to please
Regime in gear as guarantor, responsibility of constitution
Complacency finds careless and restive simplicity solution


Health as an asset once meant for independent happy need
Ascends as asset for investor diversification portfolio heed
Correlate price of medical markets design for investor ease
Risk free cheap deal for investor no doctor judgement fees


The law as it stands now in requirement case by case judge
Centralized models approach to face a fight that may budge
Diversified and securitized arrives a new health care system
Authoritarian capitalism arrives as if china in all its wisdom


Mass produce your own gene therapy as a consumer goods
Government duty to taxpayers, get us all out of the woods?
Doctors in demand take time, get to know their own patient
Medical model seem sublime convenience without patience


Calories and computers with blood sugar's decision making
Medical records hospital prudence to investor for the taking
The dynamic unregimented go the way of a national model
Plug in numbers to your health system for on the spot yodel


Huge data processing factories to print number just for you
Investor security and diversity portfolio all of humanity too
Hi-tech health care low talk independent so judgement free
Collect to pass on medical data, get your own robo therapy


copyright 11.13.10
patrick d.adams
all rights reserved

Waterfall Green

Aloha poets,

     Waterfall going green inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!


Pilotless Hotties


Making yourself smarter stands its true test of times
Diminished heft roils to recoil on your own dimes
Goldfish monitors to test the waters have arrived
Gold wish our daughter, children have survived


Victim tangles roles with perpetrator and such
Underdog climbs voting from under a hutch
The livid live in values of that workplace life
Debate jolts back to allay a quirked-faced strife


Dead and their belongings washington wandered
Spin off or sell old washing machines squandered
Travelogue logic gets away from homes for a while
Painstaking strategy blends with fiction for your smile


A chance to prove to yourself you heard what they said
Faithfully convey orderly evidence you are alive not dead
Transmissible trauma swims within that new robotic system
Preferences stay close to home within independent wisdom


Infinite technology approaches with high end surveillance
Honest witness to voyeurism in immersion's purveyance
Moral and mental clarity on an endangered species list
To restore places to life where a people once kissed


Sardonic and florid, words you hope go extinct
As the pilotless robotic nodded and blinked
Opens ears to not take words at face value
Crosses into bad facts only to wow you


Fiction strikes a pose as a truly lived
Potent illusions, truth serum sieved
Cages and leashes lead to believe
Pilotless hotties need to conceive


copyright 11.13.10
patrick d.adams
all rights reserved

Haunted Hawaii Design

Aloha poets,

     Ghostly figures rise early morning in Hawaii garden halloween season,
inspire today's poetry. Enjoy!


Gullible Gorilla


Are the headwaters of "want" in our prefrontals bound?
Where given housing education health is to be found?
On review, sign form on time, create a welfare state
Solution runs to join union hurry up don't be late


Don't have to work, nor save; be unmarried
Carry a sign hit the street stay harried
Technology surely has your back
Systems keep us all on track?


Remember the old phrase "You called me?"
Contend, not graze, be the busy bee
Run, do something with thought
Next door really cares a lot


Join America, write a novel , teach a child
Be great be yourself, be the one smiled
Be the one to go, test your own wills
Government monster's in the hills 


Televisions on, social media kills debate
The takers are the ones we all hate
Tolerance can only go so far
Gorillas beg to drive a car


Intergenerational folk lazy to rise
Leaves it up to the other guys
Unemployment racks it up
Enjoyment, a shrink pup


Government balloon
To pop very soon?
Don't hand a zero
Be your hero


copyright 10.16.10
patrick d.adams
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