Virtual Coast

Aloha coastal writers,

     Depiction of impressionistic coastline inspires today's

brisk beachSciFi.  Enjoy and play on!

The Beach

     Storms brush the coast as if wanting to fade north, wishing themselves back out to sea. There is no more brisk air to consume, no more abrupt forces left to signal; the season changes on the island. 

     To contribute to his state of mind, Dr Cooper stops on the beach. It's the actual place that, from the beginning, stimulates feelings from inside his brain. Yes, from the moment he arrived at the Outpost, and now, should it present those feelings to him again?  This beach, as if a feather tickling a yet undiscovered neuron center, the place where, when touched, makes any and all seem funny, even Suzi's submitted data and its genetic implications of neuro electro response dimininuative(N.E.R.D.)function. 

     The secret, Cooper thinks, is that this beach is alive, actually living, with its contrasts of the various shades of green held by the slight oily sheen and metallic offshore remnants, its view of the horizon with massive hues of limegreen water, implies a slow organic germ growth year(S.O.G.G.Y.) and low omni valuable entities(L.O.V.E.). 

     Looking out at the ocean had become a small pleasure instead of a serious surveillance. Yes, there are suggestions of no activity above the surface, now that the storm is leaving, yet below, so much employment of artificially intelligent  photosynthetic machinery.

     This is just another point in time he has stood on this shore, the only place yet to disappoint . No physical or mental activity is needed here, only the presence of mind to be, the only chance to listen to the inner music of his mind. 

     He pretends to be a scientist, while knowing it is this off-the-beaten path beach that stops the world and all its attendant actions, stops the thinking and all the decisions based on trillions of religious and political input; Dr Cooper sees the smiling faces from the ones who truly love; he, the one who carries the ability of  age-old traditions of entering nothingness, for the simple purpose of listening to the music being played from the area of a small place within his prefrontal lobe, self generated alph waves, decided by his own computation device; alpha waves emanating as ethereal as those minute waves lapping  this shore, this beach, this moment in time. Yes, the greatest discovery of all, the discovery of his personal ruling operational passion(P.R.O.P), found only by standing here at this place, on this beach.