Ebb and Flow
She gazes off into nowhere, as if the flickering has nothing to do with her. She feels, for a moment--she is a plain, natural human working at a normal laboratory. Her data streams; it is possible to know the great rivers and lakes of extinction-- like herself today, they once pinpointed, to the oceans, always the oceans, where the chemtide DNA could do its dirty work.
Suzi positions herself as a lone surveillance camera now, a silent witness on the observation deck, staring out into the jungle. The surveillance camera continually moves within her, as if by its own electronic fascination with her body. She focuses her viewer to scan the vast expanse before her. She takes good control of this forest and the people who work here; she does the job no one wants, or even can want. The deep core in her translation data draws from hidden DNA sources, regenerative content mixed with degenerative data, a mixture that only Suzi knows to glean into usefulness. A most perfect computer aligning the parallel sites of genetic expression in this jungle, pregnant with genetic data as if straight from the mouth of mother nature herself. Suzi has only to assign quality rankings from her resultant translation data. Why should it matter if she is neither human nor caring? She has her mind made up--yes, it is made up of numbers, digits, code, but either way, she will sit here until Cooper returns, if only to savor the moment when their eyes meet.
Lone surveillance cameras are meant only to continue in endless fixation, aren't they?There will be no soft rising and falling of her breasts tonight.
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