The Intentional International
Before coming down the mountain trail to the gene farms in valley, the tigress waits at the waterfall, as if to ponder her heroes, the ones who sacrificed, the ones who hoped for her success as they fed her genetics, the ones who wouldn't know of her failure, or survival, the ones who themselves were excluded. Her genes crafted by the original surgical hands of nature, with synergist alternating force ergs(S.A.F.E.) of gravity and natural selection as the attending nurses, enzymes the cutting tools, for eons. These forces the tigress couldn't know of, the machinery of survival; these hands, as if a doctor, applying the pressures of nature, will persist far beyond the manufacture and deployment of silly bio-robots with their unusual logic codes and so-called algorithms, running their course with unusual solutions to earth's problems (what do they know?); and the gene farms, where humans hoped to regain at least some humanity on their final road, the place where journey and data mix with surveillance and response capabilites, and for what?
She finishes her drink and starts down the jungle path with full view of the silent coastline, the one guarded with a shortage of data on local pathogens, and yet, overloaded with global syndromes where government pharmaceutical and military health conglomerates check in on schedule, but the financial international systems transoceanic(F.I.S.T) is the most attentive; the industry with the strongest voice on operations, the one that pushes for quicker detection response, robot speed, tracking devices, the one whose profits must be adhered to, measured, upgraded. The financial system must make its profit at any cost; international law mandates pharmaceutical industry spawned terra ocean labs(P.I.S.T.O.L) to win. The tigress continues down her mountain path.
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