Opaque-District

Narrated eco-vigilance/hero tale about an eerie insect-alien invader/parasite testing an affable Chicago 'warrior' and senses of distance.

An eco-themed sci-fi vignette, loosely inspired by District-9. Thanks for reading, 

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Now, I'd been working as a self-proclaimed eco-vigilante for cyber-blogs when I wasn't a Windy-City dentist, and in my personal life, I put into practice some lifestyle decisions to reflect/parallel my eco-philosophy/ideations. My name's Shadow, but my dentist-identity is quite normal/nerdy, and I even post on Facebook.

As per chose lifestyle-choices, I decided to get a special set of transparent thick plastic-sheet covers for my Chicago home bin-hidden trash-can (to keep the odors of discarded leftovers covered). I got these trash-covers from a special friend who worked for a special Windy-City petrol-station.

FRIEND: Well, here's more of those can-covers you ordered, Shadow.

ME: Thanks, friend...these shall keep the odors of personal-life waste minimized; petrol-station friends are media-excellent.

You have to think eco-IQ these days, with all the blood-diamonds (precious gems mined from 'conflict-zones' of hell in Africa and distributed/smuggled into our modern global 'clean' diamonds industry, which is gross-anatomy!) around these days. Everything is sullied because of rampant piracy it seems, and 9/11 didn't really 'inspire' the entire world or all of humanity to embrace the 'clean' face of capitalism. This is why I make the eco-vigilantism/lifestyle choices I do, as a Catholic-man of the challenging Windy-City (United States/Earth).

Well, on one of my trips to my friend at the petrol-station to pick up my new set of trash-plastic sheet-covers, I encountered a ghostly specter from Mars. Yes, it'd been a wiry insectoid alien 'creature' named Borgata who insisted that his curiosity to engage with me (covertly!) was simply to 'test' my faith in the qualities of modern Earth-management, and I told him about my trash-consciousness and drew a picture of him for my cyber-diary (ha)!

I never saw Borgata again, until his species parked its giant spaceship above our Earth and required various government-copters to buzz around it, wondering about its diplomatic intentions while it lingered, simply as a veiled invader of eerie fortune-eyed parasitic mindedness. I hopped onto one of these copters and planted a special mechanical termite invented by the Salk Institute...and the ship had to fly away to avoid being completely eroded by internal flammable leaks (ha).

We received the species-wide laurels of triumphant cheers with this special trophy of alien-evasion, and I never saw Borgata again, but I'll never forget that serendipity when that insect-alien approached me while I was walking home from my friend's petrol-station with my trash-plastic covers for my challenging Windy-City residence (Earth!).

FRIEND: Shadow, do you believe you're a sentinel of eco-friendship?
ME: Of course I do, buddy...after all, I'd helped the Earth 'shoo' away a parasitic invader-detective (ha).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)