Cyrax/Imagineer

A Story by Abishai100

A writer decides to make his life more 'ordinary' and tries to liken his supermarket 'angel' avatar with a woman he might meet/court for destiny.

An unusual love-tale inspired by Weird Science. Enjoy,

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Amlan was writing a book about blood-diamonds but wanted a break spiritually and decided to normalize his living imagination with some video-game entertainment and pedestrian trips to the supermarket just to cool his mind and so he'd not continue to think of himself as a complex 'James Bond' writer from Eastern Europe.

He started making video-game avatar doodles and started thinking of himself as the cyborg-combatant 'Cyrax' a furious but focused fighter with an incredible body-armor mechanized and weaponized. This made Amlan ('Cyrax') suddenly feel more 'human' about his living imagination.

AMLAN/CYRAX: I'll take iPhone photos of my experience on 'any given Sunday' at a local convenience supermarket.

While at the supermarket, Amlan/Cyrax thought about the organized presentation of goods/foods on the supermarket aisles and why it made him feel suddenly more immersed in the normal and calmer life of convenience consumerism. He thought about his childhood while shopping for groceries and nothing about blood-diamonds.

He thought he met a woman who stirred his fancy about American trailer-park life and supermarket convenience living and went home and downloaded some iconic American music-cartoon episodes on YouTube and took a still of an iconic radical female rock-star and decided she's be his 'Athena-avatar' of American commercial wisdom from now on.

AMLAN/CYRAX: I've fallen in love truly with this cartoon-musician and shall consider her my 'muse' of everyday shopping.

He put a photo of his new 'angel-woman' in his wallet, and everytime he went to the supermarket from now on, he'd flip open his wallet and stare at her photo and think of her, his muse of normal life, and hoped he'd meet someone at the supermarket who just 'might' parallel this daydream about wrought sanity.

PIZZAZZ: You bumped into me with your cart, man.

AMLAN/CYRAX: Sorry, miss; you reminded me of my angel in my wallet and I was shocked.

PIZZAZZ: Can I see the picture of this 'angel' in your wallet, man?
AMLAN/CYRAX: Sure, sure; well, here it is...I think you two resemble each other quite nicely!

PIZZAZZ: Perhaps this is the start of a cool relationship...born in this supermarket, man.