Monkey Duracell

Narrated vignette of an asylum-patient whose possible encounter with a female alien draws out Earth-IQ regarding liberty's dexterity.

A fanfiction toast to 12 Monkeys. Enjoy, 

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I was admitted into Arkham Asylum, a center for the treatment of the criminally-insane, after I was arrested/tried for the mass-insider trading in Wall Street, after claiming (honestly) that I'd snapped mentally/emotionally from the world-capitalism ambition claustrophobia which effectively turned me into an anti-establishmentarian 'Dillinger' of the stock-exchange.

My name's Amlan Satan, and I'd been developing a special chess-algorithm on my computer for stock-barter decision-making programs to enhance risk-assessments in the market-wave statistics shifts to maximize change-time profit-extractions from Wall Street. I started some real good assistance-programs for company-investment consulting work with my chess-stocks program and then snapped and decided to become an insider-shark to further 'experiment' on these Tukey-math statistics extrapolations. Inside Arkham Asylum, I began making more personal/creative drawings/artworks of what made me now more 'comfortably' a 'citizen' of modern social infrastructural amenities (Facebook-IQ).

It was a time of great consumerism expansion and fortune-investments and risk-evaluations reports in the United States (Western civilization). I'd become a stats-hogging brainiac of the Wall Street explosion since the late-1990s and into the new millennium and considered myself something like an 'Electro' of the market movements.

Now, inside Arkham, I began making more discreetly expressive re-presentations of what draws the mind back into the states of natural living/consciousness, casting imagery symbolizing the 'real' deep shifts in the mind between states of organic immersion, fauna, and the mental flowery erecting magical forms of ornate self-idealization. I also found some great art on the Internet, in the Arkham public-library center, which patients had access to under guidance/supervision.

While inside Arkham, I met a very affable but schizophrenia-impaired mental patient named Geoffrey who'd become a serial-killer during his time at a factory in Crimea (Eastern Europe) before moving to New England where he might start killing cops and making artworks based on his graphic murders of antisocial messaging. Now, inside Arkham, Geoffrey was under heavy medication for his apparent 'delusions' of dark-prophecy fantasies regarding the 'natural inevitable' allure of sin/crime and began exploring the deeper-roots of his intentions. He surprisingly confided me, his newfound buddy, inside Arkham and suggested that he'd become a 'maniac' simply out of a claustrophobic paranoia that there'd be no escape from the mass population shifts/movements in modern global culture that created the feelings of escapism we'd come to 'celebrate' in the movies!

Ironically, this tale isn't about Geoffrey, who himself would make an honestly 'gripping' psyche-fable for our time, but his girlfriend inside Arkham, Medusa. Well, her name's not really Medusa, on her citizenship-papers, but that's what she preferred being called by all the inmates of Arkham Asylum. I learned about this strange eccentric and how she became Geoffrey's 'girl' at the Asylum and then introduced herself to me, insisting she was a 'Martian' in disguise and working 'inside' humanity as a messenger of escapism as Phase-1 of the Invasion-Earth schema, some 'theme' of intrigue/fantasy we might equally find in the movies!

MEDUSA: You must play chess with me, Satan, and draw a stalemate-condition.
ME: Why, Medusa?
MEDUSA: If any human being can succeed in this 'dare' against me, my Martian species will concede to peaceful coexistence?

ME: How, Medusa?
MEDUSA: We'll simply reside in the deep-ocean abyss as (permanent) isolationist-exiles without further invasion-eye(s)!

ME: Sounds quite diplomatic and fantastic and rather ridiculous, given that I might fail in drawing a stalemate in chess.

MEDUSA: How can you know that if you don't even try, Satan?
ME: I suppose...that's accurate, Medusa!

I achieved the stalemate-condition in the chess 'dare' Medusa (the Martian) posed to me and afterwards discovered she was telling the truth! She then revealed herself to me as a real Martian humanoid of snake-cybernetic personhood/visage and I then knew for certain why she took that alias Medusa inside Arkham Asylum. I didn't know what to think/respond but was now suddenly spiritually 'delighted' that I'd miraculously managed to deliver unto humanity this 'trophy' against Medusa-the-Martian who happened to be an exquisite chess-master. She didn't know I was her equal but telepathically sensed that I'd have the keen sense(s) to make chess-programs/diagrams a reflection of strategic cool/calm, just simply 'intelligent' enough to draw out an even-stalemate condition against her. I'd always wonder what kinds of artworks Martians drew in their own dominion, but it didn't matter, since according to our newfound miracle-compact, she declared her species' 'formal' intention to now resign to the ocean-abyss as (permanent!) exiles.

DIARY-ENTRY (Amlan Satan): I believe this exile-residency status in the ocean-abyss of Earth is a sign of chess-IQ vanities.

That's the end of this dark tale. Geoffrey is still inside Arkham Asylum as a (permanent) patient. I'm now out and living in British Columbia as a writer and working on various ideas/artworks to capture this 'secret' miracle of the self-exiled chess-master Martian 'non-invaders' who're somewhere down there deep in the Earth-ocean abyss (forever!). Perhaps what I've really gained is a newfound spiritual sense of wonder at the borders between sanity...and divinity.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)