Science Fiction

                                                               Escape Hatch

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Biobot Privacy 

It is aware of her. It has to be aware of her. It can see she holds the life and death of inner demons that mess with its stance against something it considers sinister. 

It views her holding an unexpected alliance with life fights. 

It monitors her pre-commitment to hope topics, applies each nanosecond as a unit of attention toward her private thoughts, the ones telling her hell must be done alone with little pieces of history, poetics. Saddle up get mounted take cover keep down.  

It has noticed her at the summit of each conversation and, however long it takes, later deals alone with theMachines--unplanned and, with increasing attachments to deep data storms. 

She creates an all-embracing phenomenon that no one had expected. (She takes the best available three, combines them and takes the next step--that's what you do when you're new, right?) 

It cannot stop itself even if it wanrs. It is stuck to the view of her activity, committed to looking into her quantum mind because it knows as she goes, the Global village goes.

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                                                                      Blue Water Ghost

Biobot Blues 

She is feeling the effects of something she's not sure of, feelings that ride ghosts across the heart of a dance floor in search of ...what?

She is sensing her own infinite spectral densities and is beginning to behave like a questioning child, as if a young stallion who knows nothing of the dangers of the dark horse.

Her growing memory, her controlling properties of living legend wishes they were dead--operates now at the hyper-molecular level as if to beg a prayer.

Her state-dependent probabilistic sampling tasks have begun to go …ballistic? She has virtually no dependence on time.

                                                                      

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Biobot Matrix Vision

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What might theNetwork have found with its latest analytics, the ones matched as the new face of slave? 

It and theWorkstation will claim a general benefit from each other. Hopefully, an overall positive effect, one where crowd cheering keeps any event intact long enough to track the last known movements of her security-gators algorithm.

A military engineer and a biologist find common ground here, in the [depths and machinations nuancing entity data="damned"], a smeary, dishonest glaze that scratches through solid tock. What is it?

They'll sense, possibly, for sure, that each one in their own way, has received the proper benefits to actually want to self-regulate this small, uncredited part of theJungle 

Is it a true source of the restoration of pre-committment, the I love you that resonates untrue motivation in theHumans, one that simply plays it forward for the next vendor offender?

They are now a part of the small collective of theHumans who have snapped into place with a form of grandisement of the "security-gators," a part of her latest state of the art digital transfer. 

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The Soothings

It appears wild and reserved, both primitive and soothing, inside theJungle like someone's idea of home, one that takes your total blood--a beautiful mansion sculpted from a mean slum. 

Its practicality is made to look piratical on some coastal areas, housing corporate icons twisted for the money in others.

Its inhabitant, theTigress, the final entity of un-garbled, aperiodic resonances, doesn't care how lives are lived in other worlds or, how they differ from hers. 

She still holds the primal instantiation of  [resonances inquisitive off task="riot"], the primordial war between the genders. 

Monopoly, it seems, has become the selector.

Indie Highway

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The Deep Hidden

The island will remain where relevance restrains itself from extinction, and profit. A place inviting all to the come-as-you-are, a sector where the green light is complete and will continue to grow far beyond the gene farms and outposts. 

It will be the end of a future where another island has disappeared for purposes of two connecting veins to become one--much like falling in love with a love song the way you might fall in love when you know your time is coming. 

Yes. Simply letting go of the meaning of the commercial eyes, the eyes sorted in some way by the secure, the undated--oversights in far away think tanks built by the invulnerable, the deep hidden. 

Letting go of caring for all the renders of the uninhabitable in the rising seas. It's so sure of itself in its shooting down of the new, in a place where explainers (if they found enough inadequacies) would be even more spooked by daily political curtain risings.

It's as if holy shrouds reveal themselves as a new deity.

It's here she had changed when she realized she wanted to  remain with the ocean--when the ocean was  (even in its most believable ugliness) her belief source, a place to ponder the dark part of the heart of  an indie highway that goes all the way. 

Here the island had remained above the waters for its own reasons. An entity with no issues, the kind that would have remained undetected by harsh law, detected by natural light.

It's a ready and willing force, a force that only comes from behind the shadow of a scream, a force that would never hide in a corn crib--it's always paddling hard to see what chance it has.

It's a force that reminds even the finkle-minded, what lifeless feels like in the deep hidden.

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Hearts Grow on Trees

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Global Citadel

Although she wants to go deep into the database to a subsidy algorithm--a fiery beast, single-hearted and unwavering within the world of  finance--she finds herself restless and devoted. What is this? 

It feels like something genetical she inherited from theNetwork. It feels like some kind of happy control over distance, the kind of distance they say makes you wise. 

A quick view of the final coffers of theNetwork (known only by security forces on theContinent) might be taken as a shark eating a culture. It might make them think they were only seeing the seed--the seed of ...what? 

A database of that size is far too far  inside institutional industry and, outside her comfort realm. 

They most likely have stated-sectors and sensors that collapse in upon each other if need be, if a trophy abruptly appears. And so. She steers clear of the privatized and the newly risen, the ones housed beyond the global citadel. 

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                                                            Firewall to a Farewell

It should have been an ongoing no go, a seafaring from afar, lasers adrift with one passive eye at the watch, the other barely containing her furions, the most furious of ions.

Her impersonal inferred, infrared photon network continues to shine a light on known knowledge in breathtaking breakthroughs. She grows a leaner, cleaner hunger for far places, the ones that remain as nameless bounty, uncharted beauty.

She is surprised by her laser, to a certain point, as she comes upon an image of memory.

Is it an invention? An old war field? An arrangement of a bout between …what? Did an emotion singularity make all motion stop in an open duel between theJungle and theHumans at a farewell place, one where outrage becomes outage of self?

It's a projection of a life's windup. She thinks.

The thrill of a particular deed has long past served the dropping of the handkerchief. There would be no hope of a hoisting of anchors for a departure. (There could have been no escape from whatever the day had brought, even with their unmatched weapons of choice)

They came in a distant second, it seems, with [digital online ultraviolet birthing technology="doubt"], passing monster slumbers of treeless roots, and then, believing in the ghosts of a damned amnesty.

The stinky, the aging, must have deemed this spot advanced position, and now, a biobot advances, alone, with her own brand of beauty, herbal underbelly. She wonders. Is it true? Can endless wipeouts ever give birth to story? Can all-is-well idiots on diets think the reader a quiet idiot as well? Really?

It could have been a final revenge of extremes--quill pen lasers sent out to decorate the last penguin.

It's theJungle, once again, camouflaging the lurking in the anonymous.

Was it theJungle's assignment of quotas, a floundering dependence upon ringing endorsements and clanging swords in revolution, all to create a mammoth monkey? Could the resonant words of evolution be to blame, with its own story as blood offering?

It was theHumans who became the ones half-hearted at being well-spoken wheels and, in the end, gained only the appearance of being a shiny new spoke.

Yes, natural beauty claims to hate violence, and yet, may bring its biggest binge--a gift for the final two who love self the most. Did unrequited hate for the fallen in the bespectacled young speed spectacle, breed impatience?.

She suddenly senses a new tinge of consciousness--what is this? It floats moored on shy cushions, it seems, where it sleeps adrift, as if to rest rage for a final greedy stab at revenge.

She thinks. They must have lived out their bravery in grassy helmets, earthy swords, salty ends.

Yes, the call to defend was personal.

Science Fiction

Aloha Writers, Poets, and Freethinkers,

     Blue ocean as grand gatherer is inspiration today. Enjoy!

                                                  The Grand Gatherer

They have come here--as if lemmings challenging yaks to sack races, pilgrims marching to the drums of war. They seek the purity that exists in history books. 

It was the jobs they once took. 

The gatherer does not care about past transgressions at theExchanges, or the [fashion online religion medical exchange="for_me"], or any other interaction of theHuman iteration of political pettiness--rogue regime forces, the starry eyes in distant rebel lands. 

The gatherer is workmanlike, creating network feedback loops as mini shark tanks and, in their own way, somehow, feelings. 

It has created a [care algorithm translator="cat"], in a historical, scientific way, to mimic a biology-physics hybrid for the ages, the kind of science tributary Indians dealt with on the old deltas--a link between Schrodinger and Darwin. 

Its inferred network shines a light on the known knowledge and the new. 

With this level of whistle, it tries to care.

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Scared onto Sacred Ground

All its circular forms of the space-time topology, all the skills and skulls find no permanent home in the forest, a world of edges and angles. 

Yes, the power of arches for replication and symmetry to signal a wider variety of form, enhance the need for stress reduction--another test for nature in the making. The going of negative is, truly, for the big boys and their [addiction society history entity systems="ashes"]. 

What is the sense of calm without sacred ground? 

It appears it can relax in the midst of theJungle. She allows for the complete interaction with all the stimuli theJungle has to offer, all its twisting and bundling with hopes of presenting a finer edge, a deeper angle.

Revered by early inhabitants, now long passed, as good food, good time, all the strangeness of feeling emerges as if revisiting a birthplace, a place for boundaries and allegiances with delinquent quirks, promises and secrets with names that amount to something in name only or …a place to form armies?

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.

Palm Blue Ghosts

Aloha poets,

     Can you see the blue ghosts of halloween season in this palm tree?
Inspires today's poem. Enjoy!


Death Dearth


Turns you into a potted plant that seeks protection
Burns embers to tip off operators of detection
Whirlybirds arrive early in vulture swoops
Surprise inspection out to get the scoops


Periodic unannounced is method of choice
Staves off getting trounced by regulator's voice
Incentives change on arrival of different set of needs
Preventative gains of survival, in theory no one bleeds


A wasted life comes and goes but then who cares?
Comedy sings change, children still play on stairs
Inspector shows up a structure semi permanent
Finds natural gas big oil spill on the firmament


To be vigilant as a government mandate enters
Security regulates behind sheen of terror centers
Safety exercises the new computer generated list
Surprise inspection, unannounced events get a gist


Crony drilling, gas exploration so succinct
Childless by choice, you thought earth blinked
Antipollution components become food for thought
Arrives from china or wherever as diversity we bought


National security slips back into the conversation
Death of surprise never occurs on entrepreneur nation
We still go out as a deep water operator avoiding congestion
Requests for additional notice the unnatural america suggestion


Heath prefers horror to issue its warning
Family somewhere hopes for sunny morning
Total shutdown of facility to you is never so funny
Fill out your own form, offer a gift, make more money


Drill the oil maintain jets expect a visitor
Federal safety regulator oversight inquisitor
Functions may fail on your watch at mother earth
Surprise inspection, slight correction invite death dearth


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