Mallrats: Invasion

An account of 'street-life' inside a challenging Windy-City mall-complex, narrated by a modern Western eccentric with a Martian-account for chess-distance(s).

A fun fanfiction of Mallrats. Enjoy, 

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So I was in the mall in the challenging Windy-City, home of the Bulls-Bears market and I came with my sister and my little baby-girl doll Dixie, and well they weren't with me but were in spirit(s), since I never carried them around with me when I was doing street-research about world-traffic.

My name's Amlan Satan, and I was in this mall in sunglasses and Coronavirus-mask in the winter, and I was wandering around with my handy-dandy camera taking snapshots of the people, all the beautiful traffic in the post-9/11 era in the United States, worthy of Facebook-commentary (really).

I remember reading a special chess-comic about the quality of personality engagements regarding street-intelligence and challenging street-folk you come across in the United States and thought of myself as the 'James Bond' of street-traffic research and hence Facebook-chess (ha).

No, my sister and baby-girl doll Dixie weren't with me during this street-research at the Windy-City mall, but I carried instead their photos in my wallet which I shared with 'special' people I randomly but carefully selected as matrix-diplomats of the world intelligence.

MALL COP: Hey, young man, if you are doing 'street-research' in the challenging Windy-City, care to present yourself as good!

Very excellence in advice, and I listened to this certain advice I heard when I encountered a very bright/charming couple in the challenging Windy-City who I shared the thought with regarding my intrinsic belief they were Martians in disguise, since most people in this city are not as non-depressing, which made them really laugh. This was a good deed, indeed.

I then encountered a real beauty inside this shopping-complex, some kind of non-Caucasian whom I nicknamed Dahlia, and I'd been certain she'd want me to teach her how to play Facebook-chess with excellence!

I saw yet another woman in the mall whom I nicknamed Teresa, who I was sure was no fan of chess at all, given her very sophisticated demeanor and equally alluring sense(s) of fashion, but I took her photo and whispered, "Maybe I'll post this photo for Facebook-chess diplomacy (someday!)."

MALL COP: You're going great, pal, and I'm honored to have been your 'shrink' today, but care to continue on the good path.

Alright, so I was still in duty-mind to be good inside the mall and I was, really, with my photo of my sister and Dixie inside my wallet, sharing it with the 'special' folk I photo'd for my cyber-blogs or Facebook-chess commentary when I encountered an invisible alien 'being' who made himself known to me and said to me his name (Endymion) and demanded to challenge me on chess from my home-laptop terminal/portal.

ENDYMION: Damn; you've countered my queen-knight with your rook-bishop dance; I'd confess some diplomatic residency.

ME: Cool; I'll email you my comics-doodle of myself as Batman and my antiheroine-damsel (who loves sister/Dixie) --- ha.

MALL COP (Memory): When you return to your suburbia-abode, young man, care to invite folks you encounter for chess-IQ.

That's my mall-snapshot/memory, but despite this existential experiment, despite being a regular Catholic, I do admit I believed my encounter with Endymion (the Martian) with cyber-chessplay 'excellence' reminded me...why I need to get married (to Dahlia?).

THE END

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)