World at Bounty

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated 'portrait' of modern world-IQ work and capitalism-race defense(s) material for magical chess.

A world-intelligence vignette inspired by various movies/books.

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I'd become a world-trekking intelligence operationalist for blood-diamond smugglers storage/motions interceptions and 'lifts' and learned to become quite the 'aficionado' of post-9/11 Earth era windows-view(s) concerning the 'integrity' of infrastructure investments for global-traffic securities hype/romance (for social media culture 'shares' in marketing history).

My name's Amlan Satan (aka, 'Storm-Shadow'), and I consider myself something of a 'James Bond' of the modern environment of treasure/asset controls for securities/intelligence 'chess' concerning the post-9/11 Earth era competition-view for capitalism-race vitality and energizers of globalism rhetoric for (general) image-rich materialism storytelling (for the Ego). We all care(d) about the World Trade Center, and we all care about media/network mod-culture on Earth (today), and as Labor Day 2023 approaches, I'm wondering if all this 'flowery' for transit-superstition caters to some 'premonition' for an upcoming engagement with the forces of darkness/mystery/photojournalism.

CYBER_FANZINE: "Whoever this 'Storm-Shadow' may be in this 'character world' of treasure-insurance controls for global-exchange(s) confidence and chess, we do hope (earnestly) he's adaptable to our social-media 'handshake' culture of friendship-oriented storyboards, for a generally more 'uplifting' sense of 'activity' shares."

I was living in the Courtyard (hotel) writing my notes for my (future) great American novel about the 'condors' of competition-activity maintenance for antiterrorism 'philosophy' and capitalism-race intrigue for the investors/adventurers seeking Earth's more amenity-happy life, in this time of various values-balancing considerations, and I began colleting all kinds of soup-cans, to feel more 'in-touch' with consumerism-lifestyle. Well, I hopped over to the restaurant by my hotel and was greeted by a very lovely waitress (Esmerelda) who whispered to me she was sent my an 'associate-nation' intelligence office to go on a joint-mission with me for Brussels-Sprout Homework (photo-operation code-name).

ESMERELDA: I used to be a fortune-teller (as a teen).

ME: Wow...do you know anything about past-lives, Ezzy?
ESMERELDA: I get this 'sense' you'd been some 'athlete' in a past-life!

ME: Perhaps an Athens-Olympian/marathon-man, darling.

ESMERELDA: I noticed your video-game (college-basketball).

ME: I take that system everywhere I travel (to hotel-rooms); sure.

ESMERELDA: I wonder if anti-intelligence tracks you for prestige.

ME: What, you're implying I'm a 'colored-man' of capitalism mystics?

ESMERELDA: You've got that consumer-good 'look' to your personage.

ME: Hmm...what if you turn out to be a 'spy' recording secrets of me?

ESMERELDA: Well, we'll at least have that 'share' about sports-ghosts.

Ezzy/I encountered the ruthless gem-baron of the Ion-company and had to engage him in a special chess-match during which I trained her to simply work to 'mimic' expert-moves against the baron (to serve as his directed-opponent) that a player in a different/neighboring hotel-room was making in response to those I was 'copying' from the baron's moves to give Ezzy the 'aura' of expert-intelligence, since she wasn't really a fan of the chess dominion/magazines.