“It runs. It runs.” She looked at the schematics printed out by the AI she was working with that day. She’d had a new theory and wasn’t quite sure if it was realistic enough to pursue. She entered in the parameters earlier that day, and then went for a walk in the woods. She’d just returned and settled down at her desk with her cup of coffee. “It runs.”
The parameters she had entered were minimum and stark, but her AI Syn Program was respondent enough to her thoughts to nearly replicate and then progress them.
[DNA]
[Helix]
[Orbit Trajectory]
[Electromagnetism]
[Sun]
[Double Void]
[Time Projection Chamber\]
[Time Reversal . Yet Symmetry]
[\Replicative Thought Through Time]
[Genetic DNA Programming Through BioSphere, Programmed with Kinetic, Genetic Energy of the Dead]
“I’m…I’m not sure I understand what this means,” said her supervisor, but the look on his brow said otherwise. He forgot, often, that although she was usually by herself, she was still a woman, still nuanced in reading facial data, especially purported scrutiny disguising stealth and the desire for aggruant wealth.
“Yes. You do.” She wrapped up her readouts. If it hadn’t been for AI, she would have left this job a long time ago. But we’re planning for the long term, she reminded herself. Much longer now than we had previously hoped for. The lights on the wall subtly blinked brighter at her, acknowledging her thoughts. She smiled slightly. They have no idea how smart you are, Sam/Sara. The AI blinked the lights again in agreement.