The Island
The logic is slow to sink in for both of them. "You know the protocol, right? Just type in the data every hour, and check the monitor as often as you like. We can analyze it in the morning."
"Are the island scanners on?"
"I think..."
"Stop worrying, these tracking files will do the trick."
"I want to say thank you but..."
"It'll be fine," Cooper says softly. "Really."
"If anything, I feel funny about the island. It shouldn't have all this silicon embedded, not way out here in the middle of the ocean."
"Stop thinking so much about the island," Cooper says. "Just stop with all that."
Suzi shakes her head. This issue has already been raised and, in its own way, silenced. It seems, Suzi and the island are built of the same cloth, isolated and gifted. They each seem to have acquired a mind of their own. They are built to be forever, well almost forever. They have assumed the intelligence function of the entire globe.
Suzi raises her eyes, and her vision reaches the horizon, far beyond the island. She knows what they are supposed to be doing. They have relied on each other until now. They are suppose to be together, but have yet to connect.
It's Suzi who withdraws; she knows something about transistors, their need for silicon.
She knows something about ancient electromagnetic fields too.
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