Winners and Losers
Suzi thinks of her codes she creates as gifts to Cooper; the offerings he will like, or come to like, but which he doesn't understand. Why does she create code for him? She was stationed at this outpost out of talent, but machines have no talent; only speed and conceptual algorithm. Cooper became the diligent, attentive companion. The good scientist. He had seen a lot even with P.T.S.Dgene therapy. It's not about winning to him, it's about joining in. He doesn't know it, he needs her.
"So," Suzi says. "How's The Tigress?"
Cooper laughs. 'Look what I do ," he says. "I come here and turn into a night warrior."
Suzi is not surprised, she knows more than he thinks she does. Cooper holds no fantasy about Suzi's calculations, her little packqges of code she peppers on him, now show irritation.
"You never admit you love something in the jungle as much as we both know you do. A committed, permanent, pleasant life with someone, and for what reasons? More time in the jungle darkness than in the lab, just for the thrill of near death. Corporate thinks of you as a scientist; danger consumes you.
"Suzie, I know you know your feelings. Since it takes Corporate Artificial Telligenia (C.A.T.) to continue making you aware of them…" Cooper paused for a moment. "OK, so maybe I am a perfectionist, absolutist, always looking in one more place for its cryptic data."
There is nothing artificial about Suzi's look. It rips him right between the eyes. At this moment, he is no intellectual entity.
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