Mannequin's Reading

A Story by Abishai100

Can a Homeland-phantom find (real) magic inside a New England shopping-center, when his 'image' of civilization-dough manifests the spectral-view of a 'mannequin' for examination?

An adaptation of Mannequin (Michael Gottlieb). Hope you like,

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: All this capitalism-race work with superstitions/insurance writing for blood-diamond securities/heat and post-9/11 era Homeland (American) defenses draws in me a special metaphysics-interest for a magic-conception, and I'm daydreaming I'm driving on the rings of Saturn itself for this image (for the Ego).

Mr. Satan had become something of a cyber-prince of capitalism-race 'chess' with his diamond-insurance defense-work, a real-life 'James Bond' of the Homeland and wished to find a real superstitions-link to reflect the Western social-media handshake-culture of commerce/consumerism lifestyle optimism and conversations (for all).

While inside a New England mall, he encountered the 'vision' of a special mall-mannequin, whom he considered to be his own/personal Galatea. Galatea, from the ancient myth, was a sculpture of incredible beauty-magic and superstition and came-alive for her creator/artist, and Amlan Satan (suddenly) felt the same-way, as if his 'vision' of sculpted capitalism-race 'magic' had become his in-mall 'examination' of capitalism's fortune-readings (hmm).

GALATEA: Do you 'doubt' I'm whispering to you, Amlan?
SATAN: I guess I'm 'hearing' your message(s) of (real) consciousness, mannequin!

GALATEA: Make me your special love-hawk, Mr. Satan.

SATAN: Is this real...or some kind of (conceived) self-indulgence (for optimism)?

GALATEA: I suppose (all) imagery is possible/dreamy in this Earth-race of fortune.

SATAN: I shall believe in you, Galatea...and name you...Esmerelda.

GALATEA: Excellence; perhaps this shall be (your) personal readings (for the Ego).

SATAN: I'll make a cyber-presentation, with you as a modern Aphrodite for the USA.

GALATEA: Good luck; maybe we'll be considered 'contenders' in a national contest!

SATAN: You'll be the 'trophy' for all mall-mannequin images (on social-media).

GALATEA: Give me a nickname, Amlan Satan.

SATAN: Alright; I'll call you...Ezzy (for Esmerelda).

GALATEA: Excellence; happy-posting (I'll wait for you).

He fell in love with Esmerelda/Ezzy, his own/secret 'Galatea' of the New England shopping complex examination(s). He decided to continue his blood-diamond 'chess' game as a 'sideshow' to this encounter with the dark-side of the consciousness, for superstitions-optimism. Satan had made countless gem-swaps with insurance-game agendas for media-commentary concerning the 'securities' game to ward-off the conflict-zone gem mining profiteer games threatening Western/Homeland treasure-marks, and perhaps 'Ezzy' (Galatea) had become his consumerism-consciousness 'muse' of American materialism (wow).

EZZY: This is a photo of your college/Ivy social-house of (private) fantasy?
SATAN: This is a special New England college-house of incredible optimism (for me).

EZZY: Perhaps this shall become our (real) 'haven' of magic, Amlan Satan!
SATAN: Alright; I suppose this can be a (pure) fantasy for conversational eternity.

EZZY: You'll think me real, for your little 'campus-house' of daydreams, if you choose!

SATAN: I think I've that right-stuff optimism for this architecture of money, Ezzy.

EZZY: Good (thanx).

Prince Satan had always been a capitalism-race 'symbolic' messenger of sports-media/market collectibles and treasures and his 'discovery' of Esmerelda ('Ezzy') was (arguably) a 'natural' scholarship for this Homeland fortune-reading of consumerism-consciousness optimism, in this post-9/11 era of traffic/media-life imagination, and perhaps this 'Galatea' of superstition had become, for Mr. Satan, an extension of how his life of fortune-intelligence was a 'cool' realization of all that was (simply) an 'American' education for fitness-marks.

BOSTON POLICE DETECTIVE: "We're uncovering these (mystery) tracks of this unidentified gem-swapping 'Robin-Hood' fellow of New England mall consumerism trickery...to determine if there's some (real) Interpol-relation 'work' with social media commentary (for capitalism's back-stories)."

EZZY: Do you think you're the Robin-Hood fellow of American storytelling?
SATAN: For you, I'd consider myself a 'hero' of any capitalism-reading, Ezzy!

EZZY: In that case, let's believe we're (really) in-love, Amlan Satan.

SATAN: Excellence; I'll write a great American novel, with me as a 'doll' of deeds.

EZZY: Good; make me your (secret) muse of this 'image' of capitalism's measure.

SATAN: For the Ego (and social-media commentary!).

Thus, Satan had become a special hero of capitalism-superstition, and Ezzy (Esmerelda) his 'secret' Galatea of myth. He decided to make a special fantasy-luchi dinner for Ezzy, his mall-mannequin, and was overwhelmed when he 'felt' the mystic-presence of his mall-doll visiting to become his (private) messenger of all that was (simply) a hospitality-medicine (for the Ego).