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A Sudden Silence

Cooper's sudden silence brought with it an air of knowledge and an educational hue; an entire array of curvy, dancing pitches thrown in slow motion. The anticipation of impact is enough to kill anyone's desire. His collection of approaches are jammed into the center of his brain in pure focus.
"Can I ask you a question?" Cooper asks. "You can ask." "Where do you get the urge to pursue this kind of knowledge?" "Humans are curious." He was hoping she would sit down so she would talk to him. "You are an intellectual. Suzi says. "Intellectuals aren't supposed to prefer people over ideas." Her discomfort was becoming noticeable. "Why do you do this?" "So I would know the truth." "Then why out here at the end of the world?" "The Outpost does not encourage unwanted competition among gifted researchers, and I like that. I also like the freedom of exploration." "Exploration is the first step towards exploitation. Suzi says. Cooper wanted to know the full range and depth of her mind. But her eyes had already begun to distract him. He had already engaged in an activity with her that he didn't recognize as his own. He was already exploring the form of her body under her silk lab coat, as if Christopher Columbus sailing an unknown isthmus. "Science is an endless series of explorations." Suzie felt like she was being led through a series of explorations herself. Scrutinized by an alien. "Science begins with the most elementary explorations. It is a standing sequence." Suzie sensed Cooper was trying to place her in a familiar and reassuring setting prematurely. She wasn't feeling capable of following Coop's logic. It wasn't silicon oozing out of a barrel yet. Cooper senses an uncharted area on a false road map. His words seem to condition and sensitize her. Her body was still close, but his mind had just taken the first shuttle out. To Cooper, her lips were moving in slow motion. Her energy was gamma, save as a screen force, but if you sit too close, it's detrimental to your health. She seemed to be waking up to her own sensitivities. He was making her more aware of something she already subconsciously knew. She spoke with a certain gravity and grace. A poet warrior. "You men and your logic," she said. Coop was feeling a lack of true breeding in Suzie. Those words came from her with the demeanor of a nun but the voice of a whore. "My work is paid for by the military. I am officially silent."