Coastal Mountain Paddle Surfing

Aloha writers of the Coast,
     Paddle surfers paddling off to the Coastal mountains inspires
today's coastalSciFi flash fiction.    Enjoy and play on!

The Counterfeit

     He lies flat. For now, the monitors above Cooper's head indicates he should be convulsing and screaming. The closest screens absorb attention as if performing tribal ceremony: the blinking of sensors and the scans, the short-panning omni-retro transfer(S.P.O.R.T.); the flow of the jungle; those chemtides lapping the coast; the satellite feeds. He from the prone position on the bunk, looks beyond the data atmosphere into Suzi's cloud stream. Even now any attempt at social protocol would be a charade. He still isn't sure if her role was an assigned performance or some sort of faultless abeyance. He didn't care then and he doesn't care now; she is real only to him. Being with her is better than any of his so-called life experiences. So what if she is a counterfeit. There is nothing false about his feelings for her. 

Paddle Surfing the Coast

aloha coastal enthusiasts,
            Paddle surfing off he coast inspires today's beach flash fiction.
Enjoy play on!

A Dream Builder

     Suzi is alone. She smiles at the data; it reflects, as if politely, onto her face. She glances back. The flickering has evened out now. They stop for a moment in static hold, studying each other, and for a second, she sees herself as the one she always thought she would be: intelligent, with her own concept of data mining rain forest jungles, enhancing survival skills for the races. 

     She is the image of her own concept of coding; yet there is one difference. Suzi is going to save the world--not only earth--but here in her data banks, at this very moment in the history of known entity yearnings(H.O.K.E.Y.), the data is blue tinted and as shiny as any pure ocean; her data is better, she thinks, than life itself. She visualizes the conjures, out of simple zeros and ones, of  jungles with all the DNA and proteins to code an entire world. The forest will smile on the future of the healthy much the same as a great orator smiles knowingly and nods to the throngs of well wishers who arrive early with only one hope: for a chance to hear for themselves. This, Suzi thinks, is how creativity itself must think, given only the simplest of tools. Wasn't each element that makes up this jungle once just floating in its own gravity field like so many words of a great speech? It's just a forest, she thinks to herself. But still, holding so many combinations of zeros and ones within the confines of this cement and steel bunker with the sun just over the mountain, Suzi will be as accepted as the great political orators of the past century, a dream builder for the masses.