Alien Descent

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated 'account' of a 'James Bond' whose claim to a beautiful lady in an airport about an alien-encounter of 'chess' beckons human distance.

A romanticized alien-encounter 'fable' for lovers of sci-fi political design(s).

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I was traveling to Europe during a stopover en-route to Thailand and was in the Moscow airport and met a beautiful Russian woman who was surfing on Facebook and told her I was a James Bond Interpol officer which made her laugh.

This woman, Ana, didn't believe me when I claimed I'd been working with blood-diamond highways on the cyber-highway infiltration matrix and was engaged by a Martian named Endymion who wished to challenge me in chess-play.

ANA: That's a rather 'fantastic' tale, and me thinks you're reporting this 'claim' inside this airport for some bravado photo-IQ!

I pulled out my pocket magnet-chess board and explained I'd been a lifelong 'avid-fan' of chess-play and was working on blood-diamond capitalism analytics in Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) when the Martian (Endymion) hacked into my tablet-portal/window and dared me to draw a stalemate-condition(s) chess-game against him, which I managed to do, incidentally/ironically, with a rook-bishop double-line array to temper his queen-knight-pawn offensive which required him to temper off his martial incremental design(s) and concede the draw/stalemate with me ahead of some single-and-king piece lone-board arrangement. He explained he'd been spying on humanity from Earth's moon and would consent to a self-exile isolationist residency-diplomacy 'secret' status in the Earth deep-ocean abyss because of this stalemate-chess intelligence agreement with me, which if I'd failed to draw, would've resulted in a planet-invasion by his laser-weaponized species in the summer of 2022. He said, "Chess has spared your kind...be grateful/discreet (damn)."

ANA: Me thinks you've 'wound' this 'fantastic' story (for me?) for some romanticism-IQ regarding species-advance(s) in IQ.

Ana and I got married the next-year, and I had a son (Damian) whom I'd teach to play chess and explain the political contoured complexity of stalemate-chess conditions and kept my Endymion-Martian residency-diplomacy ocean-abyss compact a 'dark' secret (which Ana never believed anyways!). What I learned from this 'James Bond' ordeal was that the nature/quality of species-disclosure(s) casted special ideations of 'fantastic' democracy!

THE END

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)