The Conjure Conquerer
He turns and takes the trail down to the beach. It seems like an escape, at least for now, an escape to somewhere or to some distant one--a redemptive lover or at least a dreamland (of paraphilia?). He crosses the coral rock field below the cliffs to get to the sandy part of the coast.
As he arrives at the shore and looks out across the expanse of water (to see what?) his mind wanders. A cool breeze near the ocean seems to burn off anything that resembles stress. Cooper won't wash away any misery at this ocean, not today, and yet there she is, fresh in his mind, as if to intoxicate even more with the coolness coming off the water. True to his addiction, Cooper's eyes scan the horizon for more memory--if only to remind himself of his past, his other life on Continent II. Cooper lifts his hand to shade the sun from his eyes, though it's not so bright today. The sun will go below the horizon in a few hours. He truly believes he will come to know Suzi's secret, yes he will, but what will he do when he finds it? Her algorithms, at this moment, are coding with the focus of simple symbols.
Her program appears to have conjured something back from ancient times. "Suzi's eyes are never half shut," he thinks. "She's smart, and she didn't inherit her brain from anyone. What does she do all night while we sleep? Carter is supposed to know more about her logic than she does, yet. she dials up networks without a trace. Is it a matter of her knowing just enough to think she's an expert? Is her program now coding for her own
opinions?"
opinions?"
Cooper's mind shifts back to the phenomenon of drunkenness (cloned out in humans decades ago), the so-called alcoholic gene encoder(A.G.E.), mapped and deleted by the end of the Golden Age. Is this what Suzi has conjured?
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