What is it?" Suzi says. She and Carter go up to the observation deck.
"The water's up."
"Up? Probably not, the river is rising."
"Don't you know that's the same thing?"
"No," she says, and she turns her scanners to the south to check the horizon with a certain intellectual impatience of Carter's ineptitude. She steadies her viewfinder the way captains of intelligence alien motherships(I_am), those of ancient history, would have done, looking for resources and intelligence in new realms, elements and data in sleepy civilizations. Suzi stays for a moment, peering beyond the jungle, beyond its precious river(P.R.). Suddenly Suzi turns away with the look of disgust.
"What's the rush?" Carter asks, cold faced.
Suzi's wide eyes shoot white hot at Carter.
No, he will never change his ways, and present himself in her required scientific way.
He will die on this island. He will be killed by his own stupidity, probably because of his own miniscule blindness. That will happen in the jungle, before he reaches any level of intellect. But in the meantime, watching the river rise, she directs her attention to more important matters at hand, the question of the next brink. She will go to a new level. She will become secretive and assertive. She will create trust and confusion, all the while simply doing her job, the one she was designed to do, collecting data; she will entice the genetics world by showing the function of these strange new DNA strands, just as the greatest scientists in history have always done. Then, only then, will her data have value, and she will be beautiful. Yes, in the end it would all be worth the solar, and, it would have all been about beauty, her beauty.
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