Moon-Dragon

Bartleby the space-bureaucrat has a strange chess-IQ dream for moon-visions casting a human insight into the 'quality' of doctorates.

A moon 'misadventure' inspired by my love of Alien. Thanks for reading (and enjoy!), 

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Bartleby prepared his mind for his lunar mission, Apollo-19, and was coordinating his mind-body balance to make himself a perfect astronaut, since this was the first time the moon-missions were reconceived since their cessation after Apollo-18. He'd been a diligent bureaucrat for NASA-Weyland and a reputed workaholic pouring over flight-manuals to serve as the ideal diplomat of space-explorations. He considered the new shuttle Sulaco a perfect vessel for suiting his ambitions which were almost robotic!

BARTLEBY: I'm really a nerd of the space-exploration ideation, and I'd consider this Apollo-19 endeavor a personal photo-IQ!

He met a gorgeous magazine-model named Sheryl who entreated his special love of journalism/media which otherwise he'd shun because of the natural contours of society-IQ which contradicted his bureaucratic mind/consciousness, which because of, by all 'social' standards, Bartleby was considering himself anything but a 'man of the world' and rather a man of study, and his exposure to society came in the form of ad/TV access and not interpersonal flair, which made Sheryl wonder if she'd be better-off approaching him as if she'd been a 'model-world figurine' treating his 'anxiety' about engaging normally with the world of capitalism.

BARTELBY: Before this Sulaco-moon flight, I'll prepare myself with some ground-chess play in Calgary for human-IQ energy!

Bartleby really was good at chess, and he considered his constant/meditative study of the contours of stalemate-game symbolism and stat-significance reflective of his psycho-sociological fascination with why/how chess-gameplay would re-present a human/social understanding of the complications of governance turbulence or land-competition driven political/warfare madness, which made him altogether a human 'messenger' of stalemate-chess peace-IQ and governance-Utopian rhetoric regarding the 'natural history' of Earth-dilemma!

BARTLEBY: I'm taking some lab-acid to the moon to fit into my gun to convert into 'acid-gun' defense to erode hard-walls.

When he got to the moon, he discovered a strange time-capsule box which contained photo-prints of an uncharted/unrecognized planet which was digitally labeled 'Planet 4' by some intelligent being/person. Bartleby had no choice but to conclude this photo was left or left-behind by an 'alien' who wished humans to discover it or perhaps was a fateful accident or neglect indicating an accidental discovery of alien intelligence on the moon itself!

BARTLEBY: Who or what the hell are you supposed to be, mysterious creature?
ALIEN: Why, I'm a Martian, of course!
BARTLEBY: Why're you lurking here on the moon (with me)?
ALIEN: I've been awaiting the 'resurrection' of the moon-missions.

BARTLEBY: Well, that's thanks to the new Weyland Company link with astronautics.
ALIEN: Wow...well, I was hoping to 'endear' you to a diplomacy-game of chess here/now.
BARTLEBY: I like chess...but your appearance is quite terrifying, mysterious creature!

ALIEN: I'm an insect-dragon being, man-sized, in appearance (certainly), but I can speak English.
BARTLEBY: Are you an English-versed being or did you learn it by spying on Earth?
ALIEN: Spying, man.
BARTLEBY: My name's Bartleby.

ALIEN: Well, Mr. Bartleby...let's play chess (I've my magnet-board with me!).

BARTLEBY: Alright; let's play on my Sulaco ship, shall we?
ALIEN: Alright; I'll warn you I'm excellent with queen-knight combos, Bartleby.

BARTLEBY: That's cool...I'm good with rook-bishop dances, and I play often (mostly by myself!).

ALIEN: You've managed to 'wrought' a stalemate (tie/draw/no-win decision) against me, Bartleby.
BARTLEBY: That's right; this is the 'diplomat' game you sought all along, mysterious creature?

ALIEN: Well, I confess, if you'd earned the stalemate, I'd erase my invasion-intent and replace with asylum-request.
BARTLEBY: Asylum...on Earth?
ALIEN: Yes...you see, Bartleby, Mars is dry...I'll hide in the Earth-ocean abyss as an isolationist-exile (eternally!).
BARTLEBY: Your promise is a no-violence policy for private/secret ocean-exile?
ALIEN: Correct, man; but you must keep this, and our chess-resolution, a 'dark' secret, man.
BARTLEBY: Alright; I suppose most humans would find your appearance grotesque/horrifying regardless.

ALIEN: Hahaha; cool.

ESQUIRE-INTERVIEW: Well, you must consider Apollo-19 a 'glitter' diadem for humanity!
BARTLEBY: I know it's been so long since we procured Earth-rocks/materials (ha).
ESQUIRE-INTERVIEW: So, nothing unusual happened at all?
BARTLEBY: Not really...I dreamt I played chess against an alien hiding on the moon (Martian).
ESQUIRE-INTERVIEW: Wow...did you lose?
BARTLEBY: No, I drew a stalemate...and he promised not to destroy our world (ha).
ESQUIRE-INTERVIEW: That's very cute, Bartleby.
BARTLEBY: Perhaps there's a 'reality' to the dream-IQ in chess-stalemate detention.

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