Furious Road: Live-Medium

Will a post-Apocalypse Earth draw 'vestiges' of a capitalist-race of 'dread' imagery?

A Saturday morn homage to Mad Max. Enjoy! 

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The old Earth of commerce-life was overtaken and literally destroyed by the Apocalypse which resulted in the preservation of only the 'toy' memory of all that was ornamentally vainly blithe about our great capitalist race (wow).

Irony would have it that despite and through all this otherwise 'normal' Earth race madness a stranger fellow also landed and joined in on this 'dark' action of modern times, a Martian hunter of great malice/mischief known simply as the Predator who'd 'veil' himself/itself as a post-Apocalypse 'survivor' of the maelstrom and rally a new road-bandit 'gang' called the Nothings and declare himself/itself as the fearless 'captain' named Immortan, worthy of some pre-Apocalypse sci-fi horror films of 'real' depression (ha).

Fortunately, for this New Earth, an old-Earth road-cop named Amlan Satan was the mantle-inheritor of all the old-Earth 'fantasy' about self-wrought justice/sanity, and Amlan Satan called himself the Fearless-Max, the road-warrior cop of this post-Apocalypse 'wasteland' of scavenging settlements of survivors and the preying bands of bandits in the highways such as Immortan's hell-raisers called the Nothings. Fearless-Max wielded a toy water-rifled filled with hot acid and drove a revved up garage-cop car which he named Christine. These were his survivor-tools/toys (hmm).

IMMORTAN: You don't really believe you'll win, do you, Max?
AMLAN SATAN: Many have challenged you, Immortan; there's honor in memory.

IMMORTAN: You'll fail like they have, Max.

AMLAN SATAN: I may not be as arrogant as they, Immortan (ha).

IMMORTAN: We shall see...

The road-war was set to the dark shadowy stage-level in this post-Apocalypse new Earth of road-warrior hellfire and vigilance, and Fearless-Max (Amlan Satan) gathered a 'team' of desperate heroics-artists who'd been preparing special 'cars' for this tangled war with Immortan's 'alien' gang of Nothings creating nothing less than anti-cinematic deformity.

GIRLFRIEND: After all the evil subsides, Satan, we'll marry in New Zealand.

AMLAN SATAN (Fearless-Max): Yeah; I'll make mannequin-art in your likeness.

GIRLFRIEND: Memories of those 'democrat' gloriously sane 'mallrats' of America!

Amlan Satan really was a heroics-artist and the hope of mankind in this post-Apocalypse new-Earth for whom only the 'memory-arts' of social-media peace/traffic and commerce-life Ego served as a post-Apocalypse 'hope' of personality-driven restored capitalism for this race on Earth, being destroyed by Immortan, the veiled invader alien-being, who despised all this 'cyber' or social-media oriented humanity examination.

IMMORTAN: What's the reward for the victor(s), Max?
AMLAN SATAN: The right to claim the new council of petrol-organizers on New Earth!

IMMORTAN: You can't win.

AMLAN SATAN: I'll come out with a 'cool' car of a damned 'egg' explosion-fire.

GIRLFRIEND: How'd we do it, Max...win?
AMLAN (Fearless-Max): Immortan became arrogant/vain, sloppy; we rebuilt Atlantic-City, darling!

GIRLFRIEND: We'll never forget the Hell (never).

AMLAN: Cool; we have the future now...together (darling).

So what if the Super Bowl was gone? Atlantic City was rebuilt! This was the honor of Fearless-Max, the once proud old-Earth policeman Amlan Satan. Amlan and his girlfriend married and had a son (Damian) for whom they'd share special 'mementos' of that old civilization of non-nuclear/chemical capitalism (ha).

DAMIAN: This is my favorite old-world painting, dad --- Scream.

AMLAN: Yeah...it's a real 'charm' about fortune-driven-crazy (humility!).

DAMIAN: Thank you for it, dad.

Amlan's girlfriend/wife from that struggle which resulted in the death of Immortan (the alien-being/invader!) decided to become a world-commerce vizier for the new petrol-consulate called Dartmouth, and slowly/surely, the vestiges of that self-healing 'face' of capitalism were becoming more like...recognizable diamonds (wow).

DAMIAN: Thanks for this Transformers toy-truck model, dad.

AMLAN: Ultra-Magnus!
DAMIAN: Very...Utopian.

AMLAN: Machinery reminds us of the battery, son.

DAMIAN: Very cool, dad.

"Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone" (John Maynard Keynes). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)