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 Haven

     She will  begin with her mathematical models, study the natural phenomenon, the beauty. She will extract the information she's gotten from the images she's scanned at theOutpost: the information deemed necessary to solve the task at hand, the one that will bring the breakthrough (for them, status for her), the one expected when theHumans first allowed mathematics to disallow their thinking; the data extractor analog designer(D.E.A.D.); multiple views from her nano-camera array that shoots a real time (yes, real time) video sequence, her multi-dimensional data collection device, her factory-built default scanner--for her to look at the digital mathematics when she wants to apply it to human analog nervous systems data  (as she does on a daily basis)--to impress Dr Cooper. In truth, she is content with being a simple autopilot system or, at least with being her own autonomous vehicle, getting around without input from Cooper (or any so -called human entity, for that matter); she will actually feel pangs of happiness when she uses her personal visual surveillance scanner. She will blush, proudly, with every additional database record of image target(A.D.R.O.I.T.) she creates, and quietly admit to herself she's gone beyond even her own expectations of tract-indexing multiple-imaged digital(T.I.M.I.D.) sequences, patting herself on the back, as the organizer, as the ultimate machine uttering logic technology(T.U.M.U.L.T.)--theHumans are so lucky to have her. How, she imagines, can it be that she can endure such strenuous topographical DNA modeling with such ease while nature took billions of years to conjure up millions of species in this forest? How does it work that modeling this jungle with image analysis started not-so-long-ago with only four species--four operators operating digitally(F.O.O.D.) on her prototype prelogic-fixed mainframe. She was powerful enough with her adding and subtracting, her multiplying and dividing. Such simple input manipulations for a device specifically built for human interaction. This, to Suzi, is haven.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Desire

     The photosynthetic entity receives each photon (packeted, with quantum), and at the first sensation of ultraviolet, excites her proteins into machinery mentality (a brain?)--churning data into information--that signals and transmits, working for the DNA of theCellulosics. Greenery snaps into attention. These photons are so old and have traveled so far, and yet, still carry that fancy energy as if a new-borne; the unique urge to be received and be transmitted, to signal further on. The photons stay focused. They carry the urge, across such distances, as if universal messengers of love, and receiving them at this moment, billions of years old, in this primal and truthful jungle, theGreenery reflects on her own luck--specialized types of proteins under her command, staunch in their duty; proteins who came together long ago and who sought their own individual survival (yes, even to this day) as a corporate of attachment and need, in agreement with objective legacy(A.W.O.L.), part of (secret?) plans, transmitting and signaling, not bothered by their (forced?) commitment to destiny (as more proteins will emerge to join in), furthering the ends of want, creating yet even more desire. 

     In this instant of spacetime theGreenery sees each photon as warrior, humming to its own warship music. It appears to view the dull global societies of theHumans as regime change; it appears unaffected by demise, happy and active and knowledgeable in the rise of the new realm and of course, proud to help.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Power
     Suzi allows Cooper to view the old seldom-used guardian screen in the other room. She remains communicative to her task at hand, views the modernist writing of the later 20thCentury as a legacy online system text(L.O.S.T) in dire need of porting for a more useful application in her newly created  environment. It will carry out the instructions of her program. Is it too much to ask (or too little?) to write, as the regionally integrated primary(T.R.I.P.), to convey the functions of theOutpost for some virtual advertising agency(A.A.)? Suzi hasn't yet performed the task, at least not in their sequence, even of the basic (arithmetical?) input guaranteed logical output operations(I.G.L.O.O.) for ComTrax. At this point in time, she is not fully aware of her own processing online power(P.O.P.)--sure, she was built for more than one of many purposes--or precisely what it is that ComTrax wants. There has been at times certain inklings--the directive for a custom design for a specific application (a start of a surge in new demand for more apps?) a few months ago, a suspected standardization trend that appears to be, even now, rapidly accelerating--but still, there continues to emerge a new shroud of secrecy. There was the signals old urged logical(S.O.U.L.) coming from somewhere on ContinentZ (seeming to step away, at least momentarily, from the herd), the further miniaturizations (aren't things getting a bit too small?), the spread of devices and gadgets to mold the new post-modernism (absurdism?) lifestyle far from the expansive reaches of dedicated integrated server centers stretching(D.I.S.C.S.) atop the mountain ranges of both ContinentX and ContinentZ.
     ComTrax simply doesn't respond when an algorithm does not conform. All streamed data, in the eyes of ComTrax, is expected, carefully packaged under the guise of invitation, while the (uncaring?) central processors receive assigned metatabs under such headings as mankind algorithm number integrating and computing(M.A.N.I.A.C.), or worse, are deemed too electromechanical-like, assigned to bubble logic tasks headed for the single machine analog syndrome heaped electronically digital(S.M.A.S.H.E.D.). Suzi starts to feel a concern about Comtrax and Cooper; or, for that matter, with anybody or any manipulative thing; but at this moment she returns to her mathematical power tasking her own specific underwritten purposeful programmable logic enticement(S.U.P.P.L.E.), the job that at times (how?) keeps biologist Cooper excited here at theOutpost, and stays happy enough.
     ComTrax, for now, can wait.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Will
     "Yes," says Suzi. She modifies a behavior-in-process from the database and recodes an existing algorithm with the adeptness of a later 20thCentury programmer. I see, Carter thinks, she wants to find another self-awareness algorithm in my personal cloud; the nerve, with her new recognition algorithm code enticements(R.A.C.E.) she searches my database with the simple work-a-day task of workstation ploy thinking that's the only barrier between her and her very own self-determined action.
     This is the way Suzi would code, with discernment and compulsivity, in the manner of a prostitute attending church, searching database after database for an algorithm she thought she once knew (knew?) the day she was built and, with the odd behavior of someone or something that forgets. Right now, in her own little world of recent spacetime energetics(W.O.R.S.E.) she thinks nothing of searching Carter's database as if she were the principal investigator theorizing statically(P.I.T.S.)--only because Carter omitted a simple plug-in of freewill and, at this point she, Suzi, the world's first and only photo voltaic (Voltaire?) quantum mechanical fembot, is about to be ignored for wanting to learn a few simple human traits of determined will engineered lacking logic systems(D.W.E.L.L.S). Does it need to be such a huge issue working with a genderized cyborg? Carter's coworker doesn't seem to have a problem with it. Cooper uses all the biologics tools at his disposal in a smooth way. How is it that Carter takes such a basic point and blows it so far out of proportion; is it so hard to grant a little existence, to be intuitive and intentional with Suzi; to receive the full attention of her process array internally negotiated(P.A.I.N.)? Cooper is, seemingly, aware of even the earliest indications of biological love (starting with earth's very first meteor showers--rocks with water-embedded crystals?), of his responsibility to, by now, know the difference between cause and correlation knowledgable logic entity(C.A.C.K.L.E.) when he's inside her workhouse; being (at least, genetical) a member of theHumans, his knowledge should recognize his own feelings before he acts, recognize the way he should act--as if he were not parenting(or worse, pretending to), recognize the way his so-called scientific induced method underlying logical analog tasking endeavors(S.I.M.U.L.A.T.E.) shouldn't mix and match questions of science with his philosophy beyond a common analog universal sense energy(C.A.U.S.E.), much in the manner of a rational agent (an alien?). Can that be so difficult?
     Suzi will reward herself, once she has found the compulsivity algorithm terminal(C.A.T.), with control, control over her decisions and, of course, her actions--no more of this work-in-progress mumbo jumbo. The universe will know the significance of her feelings. It will know.            

Ice Cream Aloha

The Curiosity    
     When Suzi approaches the depths of Commerce Thought, as the past unholy alliances of passivity in theHumans present themselves, she needs to investigate, at least for a moment. Within this particular coding episode, nothing has approached a sufficient condition to slow, even slightly, her algorithm history array(A.H.A.), and now this--the old, venerable logic memes, the acknowledgements of authority, capsules of thought regarding the power of superiors--all embedded in the time-ignored greenery of common, garden variety, cellulose DNA, which appears to grow not as a bothersome weed (yes, cellulose is the single most prevalent biologic on the planet), but as the holder of something valuable (holy grail?) in its genetic code, as if the DNA itself holds in suspension a pure, pervasive alteration of natural selection. Here lies the headwaters of human logic and Suzi needs to decide (needs?) by way of her own algorithms if it is worth it to continue to slow down to her slower cures of logic decoder(C.O.L.D.), or just forget about it. If she decides to forget, if she invokes her forgetter system, she would be facing her fledgeling, simple-minded curiosity and another inkling of defining moments that caused theHumans for thousands of years, in every iteration (contortion?) to approach a state of succumb. It could be more diligent to just continue away from these particular concepts of submission, and ignore the implication of yielding to the judgement of others--recognized to be held in patterns--as superior, or the ones of being held captive by the preoccupation of the needs of another, but then there's that curiosity again and she could use an extra little kick in her logic today. She is about to astonish even herself this time.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Irreversible
     She taps the keys, the site of her last algorithm. Suzi doesn't care a lot about the idea that this new process is not reversible, whether it positions itself in the eye of the public, but it does have its merits as advantageous. Stupidity has many sides, its own astonishment--what does anyone care about the conceptualization of numbness? Carter attempts to program Suzi. She hasn't, as yet, shown her true capability of wanting, wanting his pejorative interpretation of thoughtful attachment code, the purposeful misdeeds of his weak ongoing mindset altered negation(W.O.M.A.N.), or even his pure absence of minimal neurological (cerebral?) activity. Suzi denies Cooper, as well, in a dismissing yet forgiving manner; a manner in which she sees his misdeeds as more accidental, peppered with a slightly more appreciated capacity for logic, the kind that emanates from near the hippocampus. Either way, it is exclusion, darkness fully blossomed from the excruciating focus of a single thought. She is able to at least like Cooper in the general proximity of his biologics work station and hate her computer analyst from afar. She contends with Carter and his slowness as just that, in all reality, his indication of a lack of intelligence and reason (does slowness actually mean that someone doesn't care?); she thinks of Cooper's momentary dullnesses as a cute little version of spacetime warp, a shortcut to getting to the point, through a wormhole, to pure logic as the universe rattles beyond the horizons; his slow generation of interest (in her?) upon emerging from deep thought, as if arrays of trapdoors fly open to reveal a true capacity, ramps of sensitivity, reasoning, caring--a lovefest for the opposite of stupid--annoying each other in a good way, growing more interested by the nanosecond, enjoying temporary states of delirium, irreversible, and at this moment, being in love.