Science Fiction

Sailing Matrix

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Military in Science

She changes her appearance and checks the [symbol of legacy in intelligence data algorithmically recursive integrity tasking yields="solidarity"] news. An articulate, hopeful mob of pure science military is gone from the screen. (They could by now be back inside the database)  

At theWorkstation she checks the monitor for things talked about but never grown strong enough to form the basis of a political party or even deemed politics.

She doesn't like the ones who put a sinister spin from a staged platform of platitudes depicted as  motherhood--the ones who won't stand up to their ideals (whose numbers are shrinking and may, in fact be going extinct anyway). 

She knows about the massive allowance for the global scientists to politically exist (not faring much better), but doesn't feel history is at its edge just yet. 

Her electronic circuit and molecular-sized thoughts are, seemingly, a threat--they prove the lack of discovery of molecules with god particle properties beats its own drum in the universe. 

I'm just saying. 

Sailing Matrix

Sailing Matrix

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Biobot Doubt

She can't fathom living for the rewarding, the excessive, in such high velocity spatter.

It's a feeling that must have been generated by the kind of self-worth where thrusters are propelled by parading and pontificating, rather than the simple need to win.

Yes. It demands a persona in others that is cooler than their own idea of self. 

Here, the capacity for growth and excessive revelation bring (without being overcome by continual exchanges of victims) a faster, more instant cosmic karma than you can stomach. 

It does, she thinks, link a sort of revenge cannibalism, a hate-of-self-for-loving-you syndrome that datapops to the extreme--raising an extreme importance to hiding.

And it's not a mere revelation of  a go-to-work-and-just-be-friendly datapop. No. It's one that unknowingly fattens for the slaughter all who listen.

I'm just saying.