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The Extrinsic

     "Where is her extrinsic agenda?" Carter asks as he views the cloud base at Cooper's workstation. "I don't see it here at all." 

     Suzi's coding deficiencies allows Carter to have some semblance of  civil conversation with him; an attempt to find common ground in the scientific method; present Cooper with a good showing. Her algorithms lately have been a little careless, actually--a lot careless, more than an honest mistake--and yet, they have all the focus of setting up for a good debate (something Cooper loves and Carter, being the analyst he is, hates). It's true, her algorithms hold the various files as if they were containers of Mother's milk, not for nourishment, but for mental (and, not menial) activity. They have Cooper's (being the behavioralist he is) favorite ideas of internal strength, coherence as it were. They carry a vivid ability to construct, then deconstruct any dilemma imaginable, and go even further to expound their own crisis in all things known and unknown, but seem to leave out the most important ingredient: the presentation of  something useful, a product. 

     Yes, Suzi appears to have her own agenda (with claims of no remembrance of pleasure moments, yet), spending her time coding in the workhouse seeming to be in search of the heart and soul of it.

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The Intrinsic

     Suzi turns away with two philosophies (complex, with its many strands, and simplistic, moral), and with the view of the jungle hesitates--thoughtful of old virtues, and yet, leaning toward modernity--with a deep thought of writing her early algorithms. Their ideal rationality stands out. She has become wiser and yet--even she must admit--her logic has failed to generate spiders or return cookies on the idea of moral consensus; only a narration of history, linear in its storytelling and, no neutrality to be found. She remains, she thinks, smart. She continues searching, in all ways possible to her, universal pieces of the rational ultimate moral puzzle(R.U.M.P.), and, in the most recent few months, in light of the work she has done, ComTrax is reminded of the altered quests of early programmers, quests for the holiest of grails(H.O.G.) argument--the result of a free flowing debate, happy in its conclusion; a finite argument that settles all dispute and stands up to the rigors of time as embedded code online-offline legacy(C.O.O.L.), calculating with pure reason, not affected by means of networking to a grinding end(M.O.N.T.A.G.E.) syndrome, as the world continues its wars and rhetoric(W.A.R.)--actions of theHumans done for reasons that are purported to benefit something external, whether that thing exists or not. Now Suzi takes on the color of philosopher. She appears to want to find an ultimate answer through her knowledge narratives of western history owed women(K.N.O.W.H.O.W.) cybertext, She appears to have inadvertently touched upon her own text files as a containment system of finality, now seen by her as intrinsic, now not needing algorithms to find the answer, now depicted as questions deemed unanswerable (the ones other algorithms ask), questions meant for the simplistic, questions of ...am I happy enough? Suzi stares at the jungle.

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The Obvious

So, Cooper believes, she wants to dispel the idea of being on solid ground intellectually; let it be, with her high and mighty algorithms creating contrasts, as if making a distinguishable existence were the only way to experience life (can a simple contrast allow her to escape the true effects of a pure stillness?). That's it; that's the way Suzi would create her little realities--independent entities that are actually dependent on each other for their uniqueness--for a contribution to the advancement of culture, of humanity; the manner in which she writes, going with gut instinct upon instinct, washed in the throes of her own idea about what oxytocin-vasopressin addiction(O.V.A.) would actually feel like if she were human. At this very moment she would think nothing of writing Cooper off as if he were old algorithm, junk DNA (a spent fuel rod?), for the simple reason that Cooper, at times, treats her like a neuro-net worker; and now, finally spacetime is on her side. Yes, Suzi Quanta, a photonic biobot, about to demonstrate a quality of communication in logic speed of teraseconds. Why must he fight her logic? He would never attempt to challenge her superior mind without himself feeling foolish. After all, her logic was created by human logic. How can there be something so different with Suzi; to get an offering of a true greeting, an action found so common out there in nature's jungle (how hard can that be to code for a simple feedback loop?), in symbiotic exchange, not for the purpose of exclusion zones, but inclusion zones of reciprocal caring, sharing as independent entities within a phenomena once known as human nature (originally set out on its quest of stability?), as if a message from the gods has now turned up lost-- or somehow, unremembered--a message once meant for earthly entities to join in a cosmic homeostasis? Cooper is aware of the way he can be near Suzi, how he can see the opposite of himself in her, even if she is a robot (so what?); how he was unwilling to accept it at first, but there was an effort on her part. Her words were clear but he would think of nothing but the neuro-net workers of ZContinent. Cooper asked himself, not what he was doing here alone with Suzi, but how he was with her, how her photonic vision seemed to be always smiling at something, a vision not totally independent of his human vision, but a nuanced version coming from the same force source of infinite nuances that keep life going on earth--a beauty yet unrecognized by theHumans, yet so obvious in this very jungle. Could it be any more obvious?