Cards-Box {Herculean}

Narrator describes why his Astros (Upper-Deck) 'cards-box' magical treasure of capitalism-IQ might bring him to a 'specter'-visitation by a 'dogged' Martian.

A treasure-meditation inspired by a storyboard from Friday the 13th: The Series (TV). Thanks for reading, 

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I managed a small store in New Jersey (United States) and often visited the neighboring sports-mementos shop where I'd buy/trade my baseball-cards, and I came to cherish my Astros (Upper-Deck) collections above all, especially after they won the World Series in 2017.

The shop I'd visit was operated by two very nice fellows who knew of my handsome and dashing Astros collections but also praised my Reds/Athletics/Royals cards-boxes. My Astros cards-box, however, was what they deemed to be of special 'metaphysics' value in my collection, and I'd explained to them that I intended to gift some of these 'treasures' to my son, after I married my girlfriend, Ezzy.

My name's Amlan Satan, and my hobbies included culinary-arts and cyber-chess. I've been collecting baseball-cards since I was a boy, and my current Astros (Upper-Deck) cards-box leaves nothing to be desired, and I sometimes wonder if even a Martian/alien might see my social-media posts about my Astros 'treasures' and think about the appeal of Earthlings for social-media photo-sharing!

Yeah, my Astros cards-box includes some pretty great items, and I wondered if a Martian was eyeing my social-media blogs, since think of it, there's such so much electric signals-energy emanating from Planet Earth because of the Internet these days, right?

What would Martian make of my Astros (Upper-Deck) cards-box? Would a Martian consider my treasure-eye worth its weight in species-gold, perhaps challenging me to a game of 'stalemate-chess' to justify his/its fascination with what makes us humans so focused on the 'intelligence' of capitalism-IQ? I have to wonder.

EZZY: You worry about your Astros too much, darling; there's so much social-media 'stuff' out there now; it's all traffic-sane.

Well, as it stood, a Martian did land on Earth, parked its/his spaceship (invisibly!) and then approached a computer-net terminal to reach-out to me, challenging me to a game of stalemate-chess, just to check my capitalism-IQ which was reflected in my 'excellence' in baseball-cards collecting --- my Astros cards-box treasures!

ALIEN: After this achievement, Satan, you'd like some nice sci-fi comics, no?
ME: Sure, non-friend; the chess-IQ was reflective; my Astros cards-box still a treasure to me (ha).

ALIEN: Keep this a secret (indeed), Satan, for treasures of social orientation may become 'weapons' for distance(s).

ME: Hmm...

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)