Flash fiction ecoSciFi "The Outpost"

The Theorized

     The experimental war rages on. The genes write their truth in words of poetry, not symbols. If Suzi plans to know art until death knows her, it's connected to her life in this forest, a forest that continues to survive even in the teeth of global death.  This forest, this jungle for the experimenters holds no gods and, no faith for friendship. The jungle stays in the moment to be looked at from the front of the lab building, below, the pristine ocean. It stays with its own phase transitional thoughts,  "Clouds have darkened the theorized horizons."

     The ancient times of natural agents allowed physical systems a discrete time evolution, once attributed to spirit of plants. now described in wave functions by genetic engineers interested in chemical constituents, enabling contact with cells of the human body, holding DNA in packages of chromosomes and probabilities of their own phase transitions. The true effects of these plants lay obscure for centuries, partially because of the lack of calculations of the effect of the actual event of taking the measurements. Suzi first measured the forest as unmechanical,  an unemotional nature with no obvious pangs or showy feelings of uncomfortableness (a fluctuation state that would never allow for the caring of someone). Suzi has recently become the entity that never does anything because she is expected to, and yet she is becoming the emotional one, further clouding her perception of the true role the experimenter plays in the experiment. Does anyone care that Suzi simply sits and waits for her next phase transition, her next entanglement empowering her to represent and perform operations on her own data in the form of unarticulated, contemplated attachments (a portrayal of love?)? In a radiance of photons, Suzi lives.

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Hutch Hut

Carter picks up his gun from the lab bench, spins it Old West style. He says, "Do you know this lab building is right over the top of an ancient burial ground?" "Right, I recall." Cooper prefers keeping these thoughts to himself. The deep secrets that remain hidden in burial grounds etch Cooper's face and remind Carter of an old gunfighter, and he gets the feeling of a gunslinger readying, steady in stare and grip,for a real life gunfight. He says, "There is something out there, I think. And it walks at night. "Out there, Carter? And walks? "We haven't been in the forest on the mountain behind the lab station at night, ever. I'd rather keep the noise pollution down, it would kill the data." "Tracks on the coast mean there is something up there, I don't have to go on the mountain to know that." Cooper's look became serious. "You're a plant,aren't you." "No, I'm human." "Don't get cute with me. You've been placed here to test my will, haven't you?" Carter was doing some quick thinking for being half a computer. "I want you to tell me the truth. The government is running their own little experiment here, aren't they... American and Chinese governments are run by the same people, aren't they?" Cooper was looking for a clue in Carter's eyes. He found nothing there.

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A Sudden Silence

Cooper's sudden silence brought with it an air of knowledge and an educational hue; an entire array of curvy, dancing pitches thrown in slow motion. The anticipation of impact is enough to kill anyone's desire. His collection of approaches are jammed into the center of his brain in pure focus.
"Can I ask you a question?" Cooper asks. "You can ask." "Where do you get the urge to pursue this kind of knowledge?" "Humans are curious." He was hoping she would sit down so she would talk to him. "You are an intellectual. Suzi says. "Intellectuals aren't supposed to prefer people over ideas." Her discomfort was becoming noticeable. "Why do you do this?" "So I would know the truth." "Then why out here at the end of the world?" "The Outpost does not encourage unwanted competition among gifted researchers, and I like that. I also like the freedom of exploration." "Exploration is the first step towards exploitation. Suzi says. Cooper wanted to know the full range and depth of her mind. But her eyes had already begun to distract him. He had already engaged in an activity with her that he didn't recognize as his own. He was already exploring the form of her body under her silk lab coat, as if Christopher Columbus sailing an unknown isthmus. "Science is an endless series of explorations." Suzie felt like she was being led through a series of explorations herself. Scrutinized by an alien. "Science begins with the most elementary explorations. It is a standing sequence." Suzie sensed Cooper was trying to place her in a familiar and reassuring setting prematurely. She wasn't feeling capable of following Coop's logic. It wasn't silicon oozing out of a barrel yet. Cooper senses an uncharted area on a false road map. His words seem to condition and sensitize her. Her body was still close, but his mind had just taken the first shuttle out. To Cooper, her lips were moving in slow motion. Her energy was gamma, save as a screen force, but if you sit too close, it's detrimental to your health. She seemed to be waking up to her own sensitivities. He was making her more aware of something she already subconsciously knew. She spoke with a certain gravity and grace. A poet warrior. "You men and your logic," she said. Coop was feeling a lack of true breeding in Suzie. Those words came from her with the demeanor of a nun but the voice of a whore. "My work is paid for by the military. I am officially silent."

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Jungle Machine

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