Permit Imminent

The meeting is not scheduled yet so there is more time to prepare, he thought. How often he was seeing something they suspected since the first substream monitors were installed, everything is connected (the architecture guaranteed it).

Recalling a time when a friend was just beginning to see the consequences of the power and responsibility link on the primal platform. Not then yet realizing how the assets at her disposal were perceived by the target group, she tended to take them for granted. Like most, if not all of us, sooner or later realize, our ego driven behavior starts to take advantage of the power before realizing how its fuel can be wasted on the inconsequential or destructive.

Demanding autonomy was an expression of confidence. But the confidence was, at least for the scope of its application, not sufficiently justied. The successful nurturance model prescribed a gradually increasing autonomy perimeter based on milestones achieved. One of the most important of which was the one at issue currently.

To be able to really understand the other party by standing in those other shoes, he elected to adopt the other party's rules of engagement, as he understood them. Though he found deception a poor choice for almost any interaction with someone on the inside, he needed to adopt that tactic now to better understand the basis for effective communication with her.

"Good luck with that.", the veteran said with a knowing smile.

"The old dog and a new trick. Maybe the old dog is deeper and not into mindless tricks anymore?"

Expressive

A semiotic cultural differentiator can be useful in understanding mind architecture. It does so by outlining perceptual and expressive commonality amongst cultures. When the network first supported cultural interconnection at a high enough level, a flood of primitive truths about mind architecture emerged.

Appropriate Detail

Very useful, he thought. He started preparing to share it with his team and felt a tap on his shoulder. It was unexpected but something below his conscious awareness overrode his startle response. He turned to see her looking deeply into his eyes, her fixation jumping back and forth to each of his. He smiled to greet her but remained quiet. 


She spoke, "I know what you did … thank you for trying."


"Sorry for being so clumsy, I am just now learning …". With any luck the leap of faith and the long preparation may be about ready to flower. And then again, maybe not yet. Learning more would be a quite acceptable outcome, though.

Proximate Dissonance

"Is it possible we have got it wrong."

"You acted as if most of the entropy had been extracted. And you now admit a flood of doubt. Yes its possible it is not what you thought!", no mistaking her sincerity on this one.

Some of the patterns on the monitor clearly showed a disturbance. True that there was an inappropriate privacy component. And when displayed, that it was so vivid and unique was not lost on him. Climbing this far and exhausted from the effort, all would still be moot if the underlying hypothesis was an insufficient approximation.

Back in the original moon shot days - remember blank check and a JFK deadline? - to spend time and significant money to discover that a technology was nothing more than a rabbit trail … lets just say dream interrupted. Was this the same thing, decades later? Or was he projecting his unfinished old tune onto the current situation?

A life well-lived is a moon shot or an Apollo 13, rock and fellowship in the mud, a righteous agenda in a complacent quagmire. "Paranoia strikes deep. Into your life it'll creep." If those values survived several more senseless wars does it mean that they are somehow wrong? Or right and just not enough?

The new candidate … his arrival very timely. Old values, new hope. Potent mix who's time has come.

Careful, we have reached the top.

The network response to destructive propagation shifting from a kill operation to an organic offset approach. Hoping a low probability event does not occur and putting the preverbal fire extinguisher on the outbuilding full of dynamite … and then testing fate. Oops.

Thats it. Coordinates?

Fortunately, their effort had led to something more thoughtful. The information version reminiscent of reboot, reinstall and wait for the next catastrophe. Then morphing into constant upgrading of high granularity agents. Yes, biology influencing technology and technology leading to better biological science.

The team's resident visual artist adept at recording waking experience. Not long ago, this approach was looked upon with suspicion. How could it be relevant? Not so much to the center of personal identity or at least the invariant object representations there. Invariant objects cannot be measured by consistent foundation alone. Only in application in a shared world was their veracity sufficiently verified.

Dynamic Context Scoping pattern to the rescue once again. Proved useful before - many times. Codified by pioneers with the capacity to visualize at a higher 'altitude' in a variety of transformative venues.

"The tide has turned. Lets double down on our approach. High vigilance is called for here.",

See the difference.

The initial offense is not that big a deal, its the cover up. Maintaining the illusion of purity comes at a very high cost at times. The misinformation was growing 'out-of-control". One could be talking about what they were now seeing on the system monitor or that bane of genetic integrity, cancer.

The conversation with the visuals expert earlier in the day was close to top of mind, now six hours later. Unlike the short-term pathologic growth depicted on the console monitor - the dialog and its unique style produced robust diversity in a story-like format.

The Indirect Differential pattern augmented with abstracted components - yielded an emergent result from the breach analysis. Her behavior alerted him to a hidden agenda of considerable import. Diversionary tactics, though effective as a delaying tactic, merely confirmed the urgency at hand.

It harkened back to the discussion of the primal directive and its override power. Not only did it comandeer the top priority, it tended to masquerade as the leader it replaced. Teasing out the difference required a subtle awareness yet to be coded. He looked at the time. Better sleep on it ...

Again, no surprise.

It wasn't the first time a covert romance played a pivotal and potentially disruptive roll in an ambitious plan. What an understatement. Procreation and practice for it … the longest lived of ambitious plans. Further, it subordinates others more often than any other. The question: now that it is in the open, can the team recover from the security breach quickly?

Her audacity was, on some level, commendable. On another she took the risk that deception was the wise path. If there is anything they had learned it was deception as a tactic is a last resort inside the team. One could hope it was youth. But hope is better reserved for situations outside a group known for pushing the cutting-edge of communication.

Now wrestling with decisions to disclose detail that had been held in reserve for just this eventuality, he wanted to know when an eleventh hour was likely to arise. The 'master override' had a reputation for impacting the less experienced but the phenomenon was surely on a continuum.

Shedding his old attachments was heart-wrenching. This one was hitting very close to home. Yet, given the urgency, he must face his personal nemisis to see it through. There may not be enough time to delegate effectively.

"Should we test their perimeter again?"

"Not yet, the probe will need a different design.", he replied.

Meanwhile, coordination of the production would require constant attention to maintain continuity. Serendipity that this new element had such promise for the narrative. If the musician-executive meeting could happen tomorrow close to - or even better - in the control room the abstract would take the recent form that had served them so well.

And … would she be Ok with being sidelined? Wishful thinking that she would be relieved?

Hear you show.

"The high fronteir just up the hill from us. I came in thru the engine room. The bridge is more fun. Call me when you know. I will be here."

The issue was not seeing. It was in plane site, after all. What to look at was not immediately apparent. And what it meant even more obscure. To set a friendly trap is about ...

Buried treasure? Good question. Best not to answer. She is ... skeptical and a bit distracted (old song, re-done). A pattern with high utility, perhaps remarkably so. The competition might soon tell? Noted - let's move on.

It makes a big difference that graphic and sequence meet this way. A task to better understand the cosmic dance. If the hypothesis had merit the upcoming interview would reveal much.

In an ideal world, the person behind the inspirations of this type would be available and willing. Dreams are the stuff of what can be. Sail on silver girl, the song says. Identity of the unfriendly already considered. The resume looks better with each pass by.

What might be up North? Lights of capable type if history be told. Legends of tomorrow dance in the soup of now. How does that tune go? What images are brought to mind?

The story unfolds as discovered by those that share. A ship on another epic voyage, we know not and can only guess where. Set sail soon ... I will see you there.

Not yet done. Never is. Thank you, I like it.

Nearly Forgotten Courage

The scary thing is we have a president who cares. Leadership is good thing when it is about all of us instead of something much less. Compassion for those caught up in the fever dream about to end. I must be firm, sometimes the right thing to do is not what those we love want to hear. Join me?

Music of the Soup

"A sad and cathartic rhythm passes. Like the late fire light."

Time to turn in. It happens now, not so regular but frequently and it is a very friendly place indeed. It was not always so as those others, my friends now, know. I will see you on the other side, it too was not always so. Grateful, at last, to be on a roll.

Cherokee

Something in a song … that moves me. Sorry if you can't play it on a calculator. Tho' I would point out she can play it on an old phone and later a piano. I got to hear her making it. And I will carry that to the end of me and beyond.

The power … to transcend the privacy hell, and the public shame. Took so long but well worth the ride. Of course you could not see me, then. I couldn't tell you where to look. I didn't know myself. But with your help, dear friend, I found where me resides. And as we learn better how to share the deep cycles, yin and yang, I am far less scared.

Maybe Song, Maybe Not

"… in such a hurry to catch a slow train."

It might have looked liked that but he would have argued that speeds were not the issue. Not at all. The soup is neither static nor homogenous. The plodding mass was one of many currents below an already 'underground' surface. Descending deep to look up sacrificed observational agility. Fast scans to cover large fields only work when filtered to match what is to be seen. If we only knew.

The story resonated. Creative crazy. Crazy Creative. How could he be here if he had not been there. Regret is as good a measure as any. No matter though. A title can tell many a tale, lyrics even more. Sing me a tune, I'll be your lover.

Romance as formula. How little some can tell. Not lost on him. Not this time. Yes a dance, that ever different can last … a very long time. Organic fusion as the master pattern or nearly so. Caught in dreamlike current, fate in the hands of someone to trust. Glad to know you after all this time.

Competing agendas and a view… Perhaps not, know that we will be waiting for you.