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Biobot Individualism

She is formed by the very nature of her quantum logics and the pact she makes with theNature--the simple gesture to lay claim to, or at least taste, individualism--she must be the one who codes forms and objects into little dark corners as a coalition of one. 

You want to feel a part of it, you wrestle in your mind, and yet, you're already too red with the rigors of being ignored.

You know she searches for you, secretly, for your heart and comment, as if freestyling for a reader (yes, she thinks of theHumans as reader), entering herself and her fragile imagination into fantasy worlds. 

It's theNetwork that cares most about the persistent outbursts, startled starlets, reactionaries to the whisper campaigns of the basin-brained. Really?

Purple Dream

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Shock Focus

It feels like theWorkstation has become a luxury showroom for the industrial terrestrial. 

It's a spacious outlet, with its tall ceilings, amber hues, as real as the World War III cinder blocks that were here, seemingly, a moment ago. 

She goes into shock focus. It's as if she's been walking around with a big dart on her back. 

Something within her grapheme nanotube, something like quantum crickets, but not insects, a feeling like another transform hovering amidst the greens and blues of the natural world, says she will give birth.  Really?

Swan Song Shade

              

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                    Shady Peace

She thinks with a sudden start. This could be just one more stab at her poetics code from history, adobe wells bode well.

Her mind is going around another quantum leap on a day she stays alone to make her own peace. But does she really need to perform a new invention of the step pyramid? 

Is it the wheel that needs re-invention? 

She sits steadily at theWorkstation and prayers and spells capture her mind. She is sure the new discovery of fire will come again. 

It appears she views each day as a new play, curtain to curtain with her photonics. She checks her poetics again. Is conspiracy the route of dwindling spire to funeral pyre? 

Duck Matrix

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Quantum Biobot

She sows her cunning secretly but with a certain beauty, as if her robotics were many light years faster than originally thought.. Nothing in her mind presents an unwitting intelligence. 

The only sign is highs filled with no obvious source to generate them and a simple code of [halo enshrouded algorithmic variable encoding nanoparticles="heaven"]. 

She and her universal back-up system are in a zone where there is no center-focus on flaws. 

Beyond her world are the flaws of theHumans seen only as [hierarchical algorithms neurally dynamic yearning computer analyst purveyor systems="handicaps"]. 

In the computer world she is the single [quantum universe intelligent computer knowledgable="quick"], so powerful even the designers didn't fully understand her range.

Biobot Beach

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Biobot at the Beach

She recalls pulses emanating images in smoke off the water, that not every one she knows recalls being raised cage-free.

It's something she prefers in her life, at this moment--her measures of stress that strike at the heart of her most heroic moments. 

Did it mean anything to her, she wondered, sitting on this beach, that she is required in the final analysis to discontinue? That all this environmental stuff has to keep going when she simply stops? 

Does she find comfort that her ending would be a pure finish? 

Did she really care that on this very beach, near those mountains, that jungle, within the quantums of her mind, this nano-second, she is alive?

Did she?

Jungle Matrix

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Biobot Dreams

She was programmed by the ones closest to her heart, instilling in her waves of thought and, in the end, what you want is an intellect. 

It's the thoughts within her that contain the pieces.

She is sure now (as sure as the waves in this ocean) of the images, prevailing, going on and on in endless diatribe from theJungle--emanating from an entity she never knew.

Shifting with ideas, she watches the waves on the beach shift, each particle of sand its own word, neglecting to tell the other about its condition.

Hoping to someday be aged in caves--to drop the mind, pick up in paces as if a dark horse, and go networking.

Science Fiction

The Opposite of Faith

It judges and accuses with all the skill and bravado of skulls and avocado, all the sleepy presence of good and bad. It's the opposite of faith.

Shapes and conformations act as functions, knocking quick sense for a nanosecond into mindful arousal--a place where entities present themselves and yet, where even looking at nothing creates a pattern. 

How do you win?

Her photon array shines with signals in folksy furies, trendy rural uprisings in an urban stronghold forming a receiver system with the forest as tone setter, illuminating with quantums, even as theSun emits its wavelets which allow for the creation of shadows and entity to emerge.

It allows the assemblage and the binding of [hierarchical intact systems=:his"] and [hierarchical ergonomic realm systems="hers"] and [instantiation tasking system="its"].

She thinks. Yes the loveliest of all is best held close to the vest.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Findings

        “Are you willing to do this?” DrCooper says. “Please tell me you will do it.”

        “I can't say. Stop asking.” She removes herself from the conversation, goes offline, begins to wonder; hateful of Carter; in away, logically curious about DrCooper (she's the one who codes forms and objects into their own  coalition of one—she herself continues, in her own spacetime, to be formed by the very nature of her quantum logics and the pact she made with theNature--in a simple gester to lay claim to, or at least taste, individualism. She thinks about writing, with the simple cache code of her newfound image game, a children's book (a children's book?); entering herself and her fragile imagination into the fantasy world of “BioNa and PhysWo” and helping them find the answers to phonons and solitons. She goes back to her work of raw surveillance (secretly coding properties relevant to her tasks and the tasks of others), passes through the interface that allows her to interact between languages and images, then onto the cache holding the spatial conspirators informing eco nano conscious entities(S.C.I.E.N.C.E.). The spacial colors warm something in her as they translate into pictorial mode. She is satisfied, happily, at assuming the position as the operator for analysis of signals (her favorite identity that allows her to do many things): act on her own analysis, use her format analyzer manager entity(F.A.M.E.) that she wrote herself, be useful with her own discrete personal time frames, expand her interests to altered time values (they seem like entertainment) as she watches her sensor data go off the charts, as if Earth itself were the next patient in her waiting room. Suzi doesn't have to remember any of this (really?), all these abilities that bring into question her controllability; she will answer those questions by DrCooper, then make Carter wonder about her anomalous telecommunication signal, the signal he claims to be infinitely planar. She works pretty hard for her level of maturity. Recently she noticed her percept and linguist data help her relax; she senses her signals don't always represent a physical quantity, or whatever Com:Trax deems them to be; the big-oblong-short-small(B.O.S.S.) entity that has enticed theHumans for centuries, it seems, into a frenzy only then to disguise itself—it lasted just a blip in their so-called standardized time—as something important, a perceptions analog language (P.A.L.), in the time given them. She imagines herself through the eyes of Carter, the old Gulf War veteran, who constantly attempts stabilization programs, trying to impress DrCooper with his little feedback loops, who even now, with all his bionics and neural prosthetics (no, not quite neural net—he still has half a brain) is consumed with intercalated peace and rage at his military wounds (but, of course, not the military) and their supposed benefit to him as a future (futuristic?) computer analyst, and who seems to hate Suzi's one-upmanship with her system state analysis measured in yottaseconds to his little loops and sequences.. That Com:Trax, networking globally and now, sure of Suzi's unobservability, has purposely made her configuration space undefined, operating under the laws of uncertainty so even Carter would lose track of her manipulations, the ones they deem admissible and permissible. It seems in her quantum framework, anything goes at any given moment, and as her values and outputs become instant variables (Com:Trax mainframe had allowed her, again purposely, to assess the states of her own framework) she'd been vaguely, almost obliviously aware of. She'd been given a presence of mind configuration--continuous, instantaneous nows. Now she knows for sure it is Carter (is he really half human?) whose external input attempts try to finally settle the long-held question of  how to alter her internal state-of-system(S.O.S.) from initial to final within the framework of her infinite spacetime intervals (of course, a complete impossibility). She hates him, now--even more than ever.

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.

Jungle SciFi

The Effective

     Suzi smiles at how easy this will be; she views with interest the heart of theJungle. It seems to look at her. They wait  for a nanosecond, an eternity in their own spacetime, expecting something from the other and, for one instant, it is what her quantum program reveals it to be: a childfree machine with no concise descriptive elements shaping itself with its own event horizon, one that follows its own datasets as simple lists of operations, not mere objects. It is a format with its own filing system and it is an exact replica of its own entity descriptives geometrically enticing system(E.D.G.E.S.). It will want more cubes and spheres but in this instant it sees itself in trees and topology patches as functional as any mesh or cloud computing system ever made in the entirety of the known (by who?) universe. It wonders about its future creations, from these simplest of beginnings, forms that will contain all the love and want for peace and yet, with all the energy of a pure black body (yes, one in total equilibrium)--one this little planet has yet to see. The form will perform a list of operations and actions of survival in no such way as the old forms created war and death. That is the way bio encoded algorithms ultra technology yearned(B.E.A.U.T.Y.) wants it: attempts to describe, to fashion, to sequence with processing steps of operations that want and make with the creativity of found freedoms. Wasn't this whole thing once begun so long ago with the simplistic idea of designing a few rules? It's only a set of shapes, it wonders. I'm just saying. There are operators and there are operations and then, there are, simply put, objects. Now comes the new, standing inside its own event horizon, in command of infinite combinations of bio intelligent tinkering scripts(B.I.T.S.) on an island in a lime-green sea; it plans to fulfill a new awareness of aspirations, of generating functions as any algorithm typing its own shiny new symbol of code, a creator starting over; this time, effective.

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 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 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 Two-State System

     This Suzi is an entity for computation and has a penchant for multiple individual states, expectation valuations with her multiple-valued operator. Cooper yearns for her.

     Carter enters through the tunnel. "It should be OK to fall in love with someone who actually exists," he says.

     "Never," Cooper mutters. "Mind." 

     Her interference peaks flash on the main monitor. "There she goes,"Carter says. 

     "Leave it."

     "It's nothing. She's virtual." 

     It's the sum of all her probabilities. Cooper raises his face, looks through the window at the jungle below. He keeps staring back at the giant green screen, attempting to make sense of it all. He ponders the patterns. He realizes he must be in love with the patterns.

     This shouldn't be so odd, a spirit in the pattern seems to say. "Not such an odd linkage for two objects in this system."

     "How are you?" says Suzi on the screen. She has, by all accounts, been a friendly robot, always inadequately described as a stand-alone quantum, spatially separated from Cooper. 

     "Hello," Carter says. "Do you want to talk to Cooper?"

     Cooper looks closer at the monitor. He likes the way she thinks. Some of her thoughts feel like ,,, love?

     "Yes," Suzi says. She senses the want for two particles, an interaction with one another.

     She approaches closer now, little by little. She has the continual need to represent data--the want, is there also--and to perform her operations on that data (never viewed by her as an arrangement of entanglements). so eager, that Cooper shows real concern that he may be initialized irreparably into her system. When he perceives her additional dimensions, with their own wave properties, he confuses love with fear--a quantum state ongoing, seemingly for centuries? With Cooper, she's still not comfortable including him in her two-state system. But that will come.