Flash fiction ecoSciFi "The Outpost"

The Conceptualized

   

     Enzymes are continuing their (partially functional?) drive toward a Darwinian extinction, floating in the arteries inside the bloodstream of theHumans (high levels of amino acids means high levels of risk, right?), when they run into yet even more trouble. How funny theHumans used to ponder that they would survive (much like they thought they would in the later 20thCentury); they would ponder cytogenics, molecular genetics as the route to salvation. They have come to see it different. They still think all diseases have a genetic component, now cyber researching in the direction of a fancied magic bullet, competitive urges once deemed normal now rife, as if tumors of maladaptation scurry toward their own little fantasy of domination--which surely has agreed to come out of the darkness--agreeing to be a worthy opponent to the soul of theHumans, appearing as it did in the ancient animals of jungle, eyes glaring. Even if it approaches from the opposite direction as if the new Madonna, the holiest of holy, theHumans take it on, remaining minimized by their own outgrowths of aggression, after all, obtaining a human genetic makeup was once so time consuming, right? Should they feel fortunate that even today they remain alive? They view themselves as all different, needing to know the genetic makeup of each individual, identifying a cause, tailoring the treatment. Yes, theHumans created this brand of socialization, started from a simple, genetic, competitive urge. 

flash fiction "Outpost"

Aloha poets,
Jungle nectar inspires today's emergent flash fiction from my EcoSciFi novel, "The Outpost." Enjoy!


The Horizon Event Reader (HER) was operational when he got back.
Suzi flashes a smile and glances up. She says, "Are you back already? I'd wished to have these done by now." Cooper does not speak, at least not to Suzi. He hears the sound of his own thoughts in her voice..
Cooper turns to Suzi, "You can stop working on that." She was glad to see Cooper. They look at each other through the screen.
"This place is always so quiet," Suzie says, and as she speaks she appears aware of her own words, their natural timbre. He's only my programmer, she thinks, but then again, after this amount of scanning, after all these hours of raw data, she wants to elicit in Cooper a special appreciation. She wants him to think, "This one's really on task, isn't it?"
Cooper is not feeling the proper mood right now, and there is no changing that, but at least by the end of this conversation he'd have gotten a few straight answers. He follows his instinct as he approaches Suzi, and as he passes the window that views the jungle he feels the urge, briefly, to look, as if to gain a glimpse of the tigress. But he stays focused. Raising his head, he enters Suzi's lab zone. Suzi will be his window, his design, his slice of the natural world beyond human, the space where hot desert intelligence meets cool rain forest beauty.
He touches Suzi, gently, on the shoulder.