Terminal-Photo: Alien Dictation

A Story by Abishai100

A visiting alien 'being' wishes to be escorted to a movie-theater and get glimpses of planetary diet.

An existential comedy inspired loosely by The Terminal (Tom Hanks). Thanks for reading,

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The Red-Xenomorph alien named Endymion crossed through the Stargate dimensions portal and arrived on Earth-realm to engage in a very specific activity, to catch a 'glimpse' of the tiny behaviors of a pocket of human civilization as reflective of a micro-capitalism psychology, making the Stargate his temporary 'window' into life-diaries.

ALIEN: I need to find an airport-terminal 'chaperone' or diplomatic-host to whom I'll reveal myself, requesting a movie-ticket!

Amlan Satan is the Airport terminal executive/diplomat the Red-Xenomorph alien being contacted and revealed himself to and explained the 'quality' of this galactic dimension mission to get a 'glimpse' of capitalism-behaviors on Earth. He explained to Mr. Satan that he'd like to watch the Steven Spielberg movie The Terminal (Tom Hanks) and find the 'pockets' of group/sociology theory that made the film, about a European immigrant haplessly 'trapped' in a Western airport-terminal because of a 'time-gap' in political negotiations-delay regarding revolutionary tumult in his homeland rendering him a 'non-passport' vagrant of sorts and thereby illuminating why an airport on Earth just might be a 'window' into the travel-transit consciousness regarding 'random' or 'accidental' diaries.

AMLAN: Let's get this straight, you just came all the way to Earth just to enjoy a viewing of the movie The Terminal?

ALIEN: That's right, Mr. Satan; and you shall be my special diplomacy-host/'chaperone' for this extra-ordinary travel-IQ!

AMLAN: I dunno what to say --- I mean, The Terminal (Steven Spielberg) is one of our more 'entertaining' American films.

ALIEN: That's precisely why I want to get a 'glimpse' of capitalism-IQ/tourism imagination with this movie-viewing on Earth!

AMLAN: That's rather...anthropologically ambitious, I'd say; well, I'd be honored to take you for this 'study' of micro-life.

After enjoying the Spielberg film at an Atco theater (movie-plex) in the United States, the Alien thanked his chaperone-host (Mr. Amlan Satan) and entreated him to a lovely game of pocket-digital chess which exemplified how the two 'beings' of differing species, who happened ironically both to be chess-fans, offered differing styles of queen-or-bishop stylized play/strategy of lifestyle-infused libertine or 'conservative' forms of dancing imagination! After they drew a stalemate on the chess-board, the Alien suggested to Mr. Satan, "Life's like chess...and The Terminal (Spielberg) reminds us all of democracy!"