Endymion: The Abyss

Captain Amlan Satan and Eliza aboard the US-sub Sulaco encounter a mysterious alien 'being' deep underwater with a message about disenchantment.

A nice fun end-of-summer fanfiction of The Abyss (James Cameron). Enjoy (and thanks for reading!), 

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The US submarine Sulaco took off from the shores of Northern California and prepared to sail towards and around the Koreas en-route to a security zone to stabilize some waters at a safe-distance from the Russo-Ukrainian War but were about to engage with a different 'form' of intelligence altogether. Follow along!

CAPTAIN AMLAN SATAN: I look forward to a great journey of chess-play in my study and great camaraderie among the crew.

SECOND-in-COMMAND (Eliza): I hope to please my decorated American sub-captain and hope this will earn me Facebook-pts!

On board the Sulaco the crew were hands-on with their training of advanced submarine tech that would facilitate smooth riding across their symbolic journey of great Earth importance, and they wanted to be sure they'd kept up all the right diplomatic appearances and remained caterpillar-quiet for this arduous trip which would hopefully be rather boring!

ELIZA: Sir, I spot something truly 'alien' off some distance and want you to see it only/first (please!).

SATAN: Good work...I'm on my way now, just closing up my little magnet-pocket chess-board, sweetheart (thanks).

ELIZA: Please hurry, Captain; this is something really outrageous --- an uncategorized 'being' of strange shape and tentacles.

ALIEN: So pleased to make your 'private' acquaintance, Captain Amlan Satan.
SATAN: How the hell did you know my name, being of the water?
ALIEN: You may call me...Endymion, captain!

SATAN: Alright, Endymion...are you from Earth or some other planet (this communique remains private for now).

ALIEN: Good/right; I'm a Martian but settled into the deep-ocean as an isolationist-exile, but I wanted to engage you!

SATAN: Why me, Endymion?
ALIEN: You're so versed/literate in excellence of world-literature, Amlan Satan.

SATAN: Yes, well, I suppose I'm an Edith Wharton, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Roald Dahl flair-brand of intelligentsia, yes!

ALIEN: You're also a lover of chess and the Home Shopping Network, no?
SATAN: Yes, and you're a psychic (or damned spy!); yes, I keep pace with modern amenities with classical sentimentalism.

ALIEN: Are you delivering your nuclear sub to areas for security-IQ only or is this a diplomacy training course, Satan?
SATAN: Why're you so interested in Western politics, Endymion (and what did you hope to gain from our exchange here)?

ALIEN: I merely wanted your perspective on literature and life-confidence demeanor; I'm content; maybe you'll play someone like me in chess and remember our 'secret' conversation...about the deep-ocean mysteries of endless dialogue (and readings!).

DIARY-ENTRY (Amlan Satan): I shared only with Eliza my notes on my conversation with the underwater/abyss Martian 'exile-resident' (Endymion) and we both concurred that the supreme course-of-action would be to complete our sea-mission and then report nothing to the government unless this alien, who indicated some cybernetic ability to communicate to civilization with electronic correspondence, demands further enhancements, which I doubt; the record/memory is sufficient to honor the encounter as one of simply 'divine' democracy.

When Amlan/Eliza got home and decided to start dating and putting the memory of the Sulaco adventure with Endymion behind them forever as a 'record' of simplified human diplomacy, they heard the alarming news-tale of a new US mission to the moon involving a strange signal detected beneath the lunar surface which spelled out the strange name E-N-D-Y-M-I-O-N. Naturally, Amlan/Eliza were horrified, wondering if the 'Endymion' alien they encountered in the deep-ocean abyss was perhaps behind this 'mock-stunt' from the moon. If so, was the alien now hostile and plotting some grander 'design' regarding the US moon-shuttle (Nostradamus)?

ELIZA: Maybe Endymion was trying to fool us into thinking its species was friendly and simply negotiating customs.

AMLAN: I really did believe the alien's intention was to converse and confer a degree of species-contours with us, darling.

ELIZA: That's all cool, Satan...but maybe what we encountered in that submarine...was a 'prologue' to demystification.

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