The Fortress
The island outpost remains more than a remnant of what nature once was-- a jungle deep in observation of life itself. Even so, the jungle bares no mantra of violence (it could if it wanted to); it stands as the window of the world, alone every morning. Its body has changed though, permanently swelled.
Beautiful dawns creep past sleepy plants; light filters through the high canopy. The jungle floor, tiled by time, cold, stays within its comfort zone under a ceiling high leaves, walls of sloping sunbeams. Ancient trees, likely, held their own as tiny fortresses, under which uncontrollable events, seemingly, stood no chance.
Suzi concentrates on the task in front of her, needing no inspiration to push (or, pull). Suzi's lasers have spoken to Cooper from the deepest center of her need, and Cooper has listened. She has become determined not to let her logics analog program(L.A.P.) rob her of her spirit to feel the urge to leave the lab station. She won't have to. Her virtual intern virtue analog computing internet online user system (V.I.V.A.C.I.O.U.S.) program gives her everything she needs. She, as yet, has no entrenched attitudes; no refusals of task. She moves, as she wishes, around the lab complex freely. There is no break with tradition, she has none to break with. Still, she's not concerned with dignity, or (she hasn't given it any thought), humanity--she's going, in her own way, through a shift in thinking. She plans to sense the environment surrounding the quarters for its comfort and will scan its perimeter as an intimate setting, intimate, that is, for a fortress.
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