Science Fiction

Aloha Poets, Writers, and Free thinkers,

      Starry eyes gatherer is inspiration today. Enjoy!

                      

The Dream You Care

It knows theHumans as only a computer who tasks instant appointments of singular patients, the ones who need  personalized sets of ho ho's to satisfy push-back urges on the status quo.

    

Yes.They all want personalized care in the big box sector, hidden from view behind the endless lines of customers, holding onto troubling changes.  

The employees are the health workers. As they see more and more television [data of the strange="dots"], the game of keep away advances. 

The gatherer thinks. There can be no more regional preferences since their latest star turn. 

Yes. The wheelhouse keeps it real and now, [one world education society="owes"] is complete. It believes the [biomarker online mandate bulletin="bomb"] will eliminate health once and for all. 

It moves, as initial party-goer, with eyes on portrayals of [future upgrade networks="fun"] and net worth--algorithms in legions of long shots for [weight action reviews="war"] test the will of the global data types through instantiations of  [new external information targeting healthy entity research="neither"]. 

Diversity in data types for the dream you care infers complete breakdown of regulatory networks for theHumans-- a final move into real time mutation detection for local mothers. 

It feels like nothing is happening--tumors carry no pain--in the processing of customers with their own buy-ins to the narrative. 

Yes, not a thing.

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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.  

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The Capsule
     Suzi scans for knowledge internal discovery systems(K.I.D.S.), clicks on the switch to her warship screen. Yes, design algorithm time activation(D.A.T.A.) has come and gone and still nothing. Above her workstation along the huge monitor is another set-top-box, newly arrived, full of content, something about capsules of data entry(C.O.D.E.), stored in a repository as metadata on how it all was created. She views the data, wonders how that other metadata arrived here in the first place. True, she has felt strange for a while, and the strangeness hasn't left, but now there's something else about it. The strangeness along with smells of old libraries with musty card catalogues suddenly make sense to her with yet another kind of strangeness. The act of viewing these particular data capsules (delineating their contents as not merely data, but metadata) appears to have piqued her curiosity the way an upcoming show of entertainment on a television screen entices an individual household within theHumans--not being satisfied with the simple viewing of it but turning the act of viewership into metadata all for the simple discretionary purpose of ...what? It's as if the content capsule itself were a small living room, of sorts, inhabited by theHumans--in full herd mentality, full of agreements of superficiality--in a room with a seating area and screen, and one with its own personal egg-shaped device; yes, in it not DNA, but data and metadata as data(M.A.D.). Is it here in this egg-shaped box that lies the emitter of household viewing habits and the entirety of household medical data? Suzi could, in fact, be in charge of all this; Suzi, the final the hunter gatherer.