Se7en: Atlantic City

A tale of morality-evasion(s) prompted by a serious psychotic challenge prompting even more serious dehydration.

A vignette about an Atlantic City 'challenge' inspired by the searing 'dystopia' film Se7en (David Fincher). Signing off, 

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Atlantic City is a place of great traffic and commercial vanities, and it's where a young handsome couple, a blood-diamond analyst and a casino-showgirl (Amlan/Shelbye) are trying to spend a nice vacation to get away from all the madness of the real-world which is otherwise filled with ideas/images of traffic and capitalism indulgence(s) and general claustrophobia.

AMLAN: This is the perfect 'accent' to a life lived in blood-diamond infiltration(s), which is why Atlantic City calls us!

Now, Amlan is perhaps (arguably) a real-life 'James Bond' working in the real-world and intercepting blood-diamond traffic and motions between British Columbia (North America) and Northern Ireland (United Kingdom). He's worked very very hard and earned this little 'vacation' in Atlantic City (NJ/USA).

SHELBYE: I've worked as a 'Vegas/casino' showgirl for years, and I need this little vacation-out with my beau Amlan indeed!

During this Coronavirus 'tribulation' in Western civilization, there's a distinct focus/lens on the traffic complications challenging our sense(s) of everyday life and even vacation intuitions. This is a time of great problems and suffering, and two typical Westerners (Amlan/Shelbye) have indeed become somehow diplomats of civilization lifestyle, which is why we think of this Atlantic City vacation they're taking as indeed reflective/symbolic of the potential for 'medicine' in times of great scientific...dreams.

AMLAN: These waffle-fries are so zesty/tasty, in this quaint/colored Atlantic City resort restaurant, darling!
SHELBYE: They go with ketchup (or mayo!) quite well, Amlan (mmm).

A psychopath notices this handsome young American couple enjoying zesty waffle-fries in the Atlantic City restaurant that day and realizes he shall make them his 'prodigy-symbols of the 7 Deadly Sins' for a special antisocial message about the 'frailty' of modernism/civilization. This psychopath is reflective of our general human sense/flair for indulging in anti-religious fear(s) or wrath. His name is Noger.

NOGER: You two are the perfect 'candidates' for Coronavirus advertisement(s)!
AMLAN/SHELBYE: That's why you drugged us and brought us into this hotel room, psycho?
NOGER: I tied you up on adjacent-sitting chair(s) for a special challenge, love-birds!

AMLAN/SHELBYE: Why'd you choose us, exactly?
NOGER: Well, it seems to me you might 'help' me with this moral quandary.
AMLAN/SHELBYE: What're you talking about, psycho?
NOGER: You're here in Atlantic City to 'get-away' from the real world, eh?

AMLAN/SHELBYE: Right!
NOGER: Well, why does a place like this help you forget about real worries?

AMLAN/SHELBYE: Atlantic City reminds people of social distance(s).
NOGER: Well, I can see you'd wear protective masks and you're vaccinated?
AMLAN/SHELBYE: Yeah!
NOGER: Well, do you feel these 'real-world' fears somehow 'threaten' the biology of your marriage?
AMLAN/SHELBYE: No, we feel our love-bond is one of metaphysical...design(s).

NOGER: I see...do you believe any old couple visiting in Atlantic City might boast such a confidence?
AMLAN/SHELBYE: No.

NOGER: Well, that's all I wanted to know; I'll release you and you'll be able to remove your blindfold(s)!
AMLAN/SHELBYE: We never saw your face; but we know your voice, psycho.
NOGER: Don't worry; I won't stalk you; return to your Atlantic City life/vacation, love-birds.

AMLAN/SHELBYE: We passed your 'exam' for life-pardon(s), but we hope we never encounter you here.

NOGER: You will not; I'll be too busy reading my Se7en comic books in Atlantic City red-corners!
AMLAN/SHELBYE: We'll avoid Christian 7-Sins quandaries and return to waffle-fries dream-game(s).

Noger released Amlan/Shelbye who'd simply be grateful to escape the '7-Sins clutches' of this American psycho in Atlantic City (NJ/USA). This 'challenge' he'd posed for them had drawn them into a deadly 'riddle' regarding the labyrinths of the mental vertigo of morality and lifestyle assessment(s), but the love-birds managed to answer rightly and avoid the hellmouth(s) of sin-deformity employed by the psycho Noger who seemed simply to 'prosecute' mankind for its overall frailties regarding traffic blindness. Amlan/Shelbye would always be thankful they'd managed to flee from the 'dark-visions' of fate's awful deprecation(s).

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