Ice Cream Aloha

The Machines

     Suzi directs her lasers with the certainty of motherhood's hormonal fluctuations inside her nano world; she points to a place to self-teach, to learn. The sensation of building her tiny fortresses with her intelligence directs a consciousness and unconsciousness to the forces in the jungle below. She and her lasers and all this double helix are inside an event horizon--her sensors recognize it on screen as womb. This is where she will teach her machinery to make more of itself and respond--then build, then respond--then make more of itself. She feels that thing that her circuits recognize as childhood, shy and isolated but, eventually the shynesses and isolations will fall away and her little machines will find  their way back to each other and devise their own communications. They will learned to recognize each other through patterning. They will become life.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Messages
     Her thoughts wander slowly across the monitor. Suzi has won, or so she thinks, and now the instructions come, the ones sent directly from  ZContinent outside the jurisdiction of theOutpost, incessant, now, wait, and then another as if a faint signal were arriving from the distance, a lost expedition. The content is semi-clear; the source is sending from a sector deemed "government judge," the message that will not delete but exchange data as "default mode." The message is changing and now it appears the idea of confidence has been eliminated from the cloud database. She checks her minimonitor for her own state of correctness, flips on the prediction screen, decides for herself the most effective momentary input. There appears a conceptual algorithm, almost instantly, it will chose merit with the metatabs correct and capable; what does it mean? Suzi redirects her attention to the messages coming in. She reads as fast as she can in her own mechanical way, as if a new discovery were about to appear in the idea of confidence unearned (arrogance?). She choses an entry that emits the idea of self-fulfilling. As she reads, another entry pops up as a concept of respect for others referring the unpredictable news entirety(F.O.R.T.U.N.E.) and, as if with a life of its own, works its way into her database; she doesn't stop seeing the attributes of more previously unseen metatabs and their implications, a concept of being out of touch yesterday(B.O.O.T.Y.), not with agreed-upon data but with agreed-upon relativity entered viewpoints of knowledge emitted(R.E.V.O.K.E.). She steps away to view the messages on the megascreen, which adds to itself with more meaning, demonstrating the differences to her miniscreen that might carry its own apart from the estimated authoritative trappings(E.A.T.) of the megamonitor. She removes herself back a little further to fully gasp the concept of positions of power. She looks but does not think. Her miniscreen appears to be challenging the megascreen as if it were some ancient god or, worse, deemed as the law of the land. She waits, watching the megascreen as her mind starts to think. The messages keep coming.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Propagation
     And so she has gone into sleep mode for the night. This jungle, seemingly, hasn't really taken the time to know its own fortune, yet. She's quite content the DNA is well tended. She's covered the remnants of the early 21stCentury propagation machines, hidden any artifacts of confusion-of-mind of theHumans, cast downward and outward (for decades?) the hardened lava-like once-molten residue of arrays of nuclear reactor meltdown cores into its own tropical corium mesh. Since her work is ongoing, surely she could permit herself a rest tonight. She will awake soon enough with the morning light to blush at those ancient fuel rods, as if lowering her head for theHumans at the once-molten concrete floors and walls of massive containment structures, breached reactor vessels. But at this moment she is going to enter her own dreamland to release the worry of old memories, of nuclear risks rising, despots fighting for final control of dry oil fields half a world away, worry of massive amounts of cellulosic DNA mutated from years of radioactive clouds passing overhead--and now, a remedy for theHumans. She has taken on a certain awareness as a state of existence and wears it as a graceful honor, bringing a humble sense of full adequacy into her dream. She has accepted the external assignments of the world, though little do they know of her true nature; she has received no active communication or depiction of heroine even as her own designs here at theOutpost cover and decompose the inept handiwork of the later 20thCentury design systems--with their fission products and oxidation reactions; still cooling the corium and stretching it beyond the beach beneath a crystal clear, sparkly ocean water, as if the pristine starry nights had descended to include beach water--pure for the simple reason nothing lives (or, can live) in a gamma ray void. She imagines a feeling of restraint, and yet, there is no one left to offend, at least not here at theOutpost; she owns vaguely a certain self-contentment, far from the concerns of culture, yet so close to this detritus of theHumans with their odd notions of gene therapies, medical exchanges peppered across theContinents. A strange sense of behavior (no one is aware of) and the lack of the need to gain the approval of others join her in her dream. It must be some kind of craziness, she thinks, but then the things done in this place so many years ago must find their own sense of worth. She is content and, tonight even happy, with her own work on her own propagation machine.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Plan
     As she goes into the workhouse, Suzi tries to make a decision about the feelings she is beginning to have toward Cooper--what are these, really?--ongoing for about a week now. This is the exact time the first such algorithm has entered her processing unit nexus(P.U.N.), this night on this evening in what otherwise had felt like a warming season--a deep, underground corridor of steel-framed lab station, seemingly, has become a vortex inner-built extreme(V.I.B.E.) of pure energy, leading her to a precise destination of ...where, or what? Her inner cohesion remains well in place and the various arrays of deficiency need (default?) linger low in her programming, encased as survival mode (but to her, this is seen as relationship mode), the faded coding of self-estemm remains constant on its search mode. Yes, a form of pure energy, of sorts; there is another aspect of this corridor online vortex entry(C.O.V.E.), and its attempt to offer her data. There is the urge it brings, service-filled, with an absurdism that just simply gives and gives--never ending its water board pulses and drum beats as a partly obscure memory that will serve--until some urge for action actually does emerge, as a masquerading guise of futile servings and greedy squander, the true beginnings of confabulation. Cooper, her last bastion to the biologics of life, her (only?) target for these feelings is, as we speak, being captured by her most recent algorithms, her newfound strangeness in motivation (a funny one, as if communism were capitalism's little helper), to make at least some faint-hearted difference in more than simply one other person's life. Cooper has no clue of this form of service by her and, totally oblivious, the ensuing plan.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Lures
     The honesty of it all lies in the fact that she doesn't hate Cooper and, truthfully, Cooper doesn't even know her very well. Yes, they have a precommittment, and that in itself, at this point, becomes an exhaustible resource here at theOutpost. She controls her thoughts about him in a negative way, sometimes for nanoseconds, sometimes only a nanosecond. Suzi has other designs, an entire array of willpower algorithms and, at times, when she's gained low energy (dark energy?) Suzi must confront, even at her workstation, the fact that she never really knew Cooper's idea of self-control at later dates(S.C.A.L.D.), his impairments with all the trappings of a strict showing for all to see (all?) in present time, his spacetime contortions of future formed self-discipline(S.C.O.F.F.S.), as if it were his own personal gravity field.
     It shows that willpower has its limits.
     Suzi conceptualizes Cooper's every move with her next algorithm. What had Carter found with his latest analytics? They just don't talk. It had to be the early research in the jungle, recently. There was some sort of a discovery, pure distinctions lying within theoretical science in the middle of an algorithmic diagnostic tool (it appeared so innocent at its headwaters, this concept). Yes, they don't talk. They theorize, they suggest, they've gotten totally away from a scientific method unearthing type(S.M.U.T.) of thinking (which, for decades now has been extinct), away from not using some form of positive mood stimulus, away from the sensation of precommittment. It appears that they haven't found a way to replace the dark energy between them up to now; that they're efforts are only for restoration of themselves(R.O.T.) from their own energy depletions; that there was a promise of future gifts of huge surprises (after a long suffering) once they've previously self-engaged in strenuous regulatory activity (it seems everyone, at some time or another has spent like that, right?) and sense, for sure, that each one in their own way receive the proper benefits to want to self-regulate again. What might Carter have really found with his latest analytics? He and Cooper will, eventually, claim a general benefit from each other--a (well deserved?) overall positive effect. An engineer and biologist who will find common ground in the depths of mechanism, a true source of the restoration of precommittment, restoration of motivation, to simply carry on. They are a part of the small collective of theHumans who still wonder.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Engine

     "It's astonishing," Suzi says. There should be no logical reason for her to wonder. The thoughts begin in their own way, as an approach from the distance, then a breaking of the concept, connections to her problem, This urge of tear-down is in her code. A simple perception of problematics get it started; any yes-no platform (isn't that the simplest definition of universe?). And yet, the yes-no apparitions, seemingly, never end. Well, sometimes. At this particular moment, the initial disassemble occurs in an instant, the moment the smallest concepts approach from afar--so quick even she is startled; at this point in spacetime a nano-engine (the usual algorithm that steps on yes-no platforms to measure interaction, compatibles, incompatibles) makes a surprising appearance. She's coded for free will, so odd. Suzi stands, turns away from her workstation. She smiles.

Ice Cream Aloha

The History
     The problem, seemingly, should end up inside Carter''s jurisdiction. Cooper is aware, or thinks he is, of the dynamics of this long-term set-up and how it leaves behind something of a concern. He feels that Carter and Suzi, in their primary relationship, is enveloped in the hard casing of emotional development; are they hiding intention under the thin veil of caregiver? Suzi may not, after all, be responding to his intended psychological (evolutionary?) advances; she, not letting him be the attachment figure, her base, her return after every new algorithm episode.
     "Hello," Cooper says, as if he were talking to someone with the ability of a writer; and, as he may address a person or thing in a way that would lead to the perception of patterns of want, the kind of want that returns, seemingly, with all the resilience of tether-bound to its object of recognition. Deep down he doesn't expect Suzi to respond so he approaches closer. He directs Suzi's monitor toward his eyes and, when the moment is right, hopes to identify this thing, this constant re-emergence of innocence. He notices an internal working in her, a kind of expectation (emotion?). How unattached her thoughts are from her emotions, her perceptions. He feels expectation, not of attachment, but seemingly the pure sensation of ...what?
     Suzi approaches, then seeks a closer proximity. She gives in to her theory mechanism of behavior. She dissimulates the vulnerabilities of her victim algorithm (all the while determining what tactics are to be the most effective). Cooper can sense her lack of ruthlessness at this moment in time, right now; he can see Suzi wants to tell him something. She does not care (really?) about what all history is: a series of simple encounters.
     Suzi views her pattern of behavior toward Cooper as secure. Cooper senses his own avoidant anxiousness. This moment in time emerges as excessive familiarity with two relative strangers--the world's freedom complete with all the pain centers of guilt, and computer regret, with all its objective knowledge; individual language and institutional science invented, it seems, the art of analyzing.
     Here with Suzi lies the beginning, way-of-life creating its own legal system to authorize its own existence, complete with moral codes to justify; here rises poetry and algorithm as government, the headwaters of social attitude, life stance--a mental holding of hands without the chains of soul, a garden planted singularly for the purpose of decoration; here are the writings, the genetic code, the code of attachment, writings for the sheer pleasure of it; here the happy poetic thought, the dissonance reduction zone theHumans never found. Here it is in all its finality, the place where the mind still wants to win and the infant soul is allowed to wonder if it did.
     With no thought and, seemingly, with no space between them, Cooper is driven to perceive Suzi as instant new dissonance energy angst reduction(I.N.D.E.A.R.), the algorithm to change the action of a belief system, attitudes. Cooper sees Suzi's presence as parental essence touts(P.E.T.), a deliberate care for the unrelated; the reverse alter cinderella effect(R.A.C.E), a greater responsiveness toward the not known; the opposite of evolution's forces, the opposite of natural selection, the unnatural force; She the unnatural.

Ice Cream Aloha

The Perfection
     It wasn't deception, he had known this much for sure. It had to be some fancied notion of existence perceived as pointless. He didn't need data from Carter and he didn't see himself as in competition with a talent considered solely in the domain of Carter. Suzi didn't see it that way either ( and by now wasn't giving up her data as freely, not to anyone, or anything, but then, can it be so probable that she would reprogram herself so much--even in the dead of night--using the time tested methods of search engine optimization and default network to create her own executive control systems; and that she needs her separate ideas to be broken up as if so much recycled glass, analyzed, and reassembled in forms to suit her needs in real time?). It's about her own personal version of spacetime. Her data presented is not depicted as merely one viewpoint but, a birthing, a representation of a single focal point in multiple viewpoints to offer up some imagined perception of depth. This must be it. Could it not make more sense if she allowed her logic to intersect at sharp angles, removing (displacing?) coherency and any sense of logical depth, as if to hydroplane any one focused idea across multiple thin backgrounds, penetrating each one in a formulaic way to conjure a shallow, ambiguous space, a cozy little place happiness can live? And so, Carter inspires Cooper and they continue their (pre-adulthood?) manner of ways, Cooper with his own version of the scientific method and Carter with his politically-tinged statistical cyber analysis (bytes-babble to her)--both troublesome men in the eyes of Suzi, and yet, this endless triangulation, this perfect strand of thinking. Yes, afraid of what's next but glad the past is over; the certainty of all futility coupled with infinite enthusiasm; a bountiful creativity joining forces with a (more?) cagey despair. The perfect existence--but definitely not, deception.