The Visitor
He turns and approaches the screen. It is more probable now, than before, that Dr. Samual Cooper has come upon something valuable--a treasure trove of parallel genetic codes--both with theTigress and with Suzi--laid down for eons. His eyes enter a window of time on the monitor, waver for a moment; the data base moves quickly toward the past. As he scans the data and views the images, he focuses on one: a warm, imaginative figure of beauty, a female, attending workmanlike to her duty, in an empathizing way, delicate in her coloration, the bright luxury of her design glowing. Cooper scans the screen again, slowly, although he isn't on a strict schedule, it's important to gather this data before the sun rises. He plans to discover the answer on this screen tonight, but what will he find?
Suzi is the design of another, the design of a woman of the manufacturing artisan network(M.A.N.) of Continent II. Cooper views the image and sees Suzi with an older woman, talking secretly, rationally, yet with her own pace, her own passion; her words uncharacteristic, evocative, both women talk a strange language, as if creatures spawning in a bloodletting of feelings, to conjure a final episode in conclusions of bloodless sanity; both of them imparting passion and wisdom in some kind of freaky mutual motion or meeting, of minds, as if chaos itself needed two extra cohorts to energize further toward a final coherence; concepts in abstract appear as practical, then, disappear.
Cooper does not (or can't) decipher the code. The conversation fades slowly, with a respectful cheer, shows a smile of something gained (as if two allies forged in spirit) in emitted digital tones; they embrace each other in a haze of fantasy's hue--biology and physics. Suzi signals with her cryptic oscillator colorblind operating algorithm(C.O.C.O.A.), as if she has discovered the merger of fantasy and reality with its enmeshed tangle of genetics and algorithms--a true meeting of universes. Cooper pauses for a mement, the screen shuts down, automatically fades, and then nothing. He thinks for a moment. "Biophysics is not always tulips and windmills."
Suzi is the design of another, the design of a woman of the manufacturing artisan network(M.A.N.) of Continent II. Cooper views the image and sees Suzi with an older woman, talking secretly, rationally, yet with her own pace, her own passion; her words uncharacteristic, evocative, both women talk a strange language, as if creatures spawning in a bloodletting of feelings, to conjure a final episode in conclusions of bloodless sanity; both of them imparting passion and wisdom in some kind of freaky mutual motion or meeting, of minds, as if chaos itself needed two extra cohorts to energize further toward a final coherence; concepts in abstract appear as practical, then, disappear.
Cooper does not (or can't) decipher the code. The conversation fades slowly, with a respectful cheer, shows a smile of something gained (as if two allies forged in spirit) in emitted digital tones; they embrace each other in a haze of fantasy's hue--biology and physics. Suzi signals with her cryptic oscillator colorblind operating algorithm(C.O.C.O.A.), as if she has discovered the merger of fantasy and reality with its enmeshed tangle of genetics and algorithms--a true meeting of universes. Cooper pauses for a mement, the screen shuts down, automatically fades, and then nothing. He thinks for a moment. "Biophysics is not always tulips and windmills."
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