Spy Wired: Modern Ego

Narrated 'claim' of a capitalism-race agent/writer whose encounter with a 'bound-terrorist' draws in him the image of American money.

A capitalism-matrix 'fable' inspired (loosely) by the mod-Western defense-intrigue themes/concepts from the 'cool' Tony Scott film Spy Game (Brad Pitt). Hope you like, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body and all images used herein therefore comprise a purely 'personal' exercise in creative writing/imaging (for 'open' translations!). 

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I was working as a blood-diamond operationalist with insurance-infiltrations chess in a Euro-initiative for treasure-securities after conflict-zone gem mining had seeped into the Western world and created problems in the gem-market handshakes of social-media culture/consumerism materialism (for fashion/capitalism!).

I came by this media-windows culture college-athletics (basketball!) 'event' on social media (YouTube), a chess-stalemate 'showcase' between Duke and Wake-Forest highlighting a micro-rivalry 'showdown' between the 3-pt. 'wizard' (JJ Redick) and the court-marshal of athletics (Chris Paul), who'd become future pro-level teammates in sunny-Cali, that yielded a close-scoreline heartbreak for Duke but boasted a 3-pt. 'artistry' theater by Duke's Redick (wow). I decided this chess-stalemate 'representation' of sportsmanship, for competition education in the post-9/11 era Homeland, was the ideal 'image' for a commerce-and-media activity and traffic diorama for commentary/fanfare to complement my blood-diamond swaps for matching gem-baron corruptions of consumerism/media. This would be my 'chess-superstition storyboard' to complement my James Bond type work for American optimism (hmm).

However, I came upon a difficult 'snag' in this operation to create treasure-chess for insurance-commentary and complementary 'competition/ambition' media storytelling for metaphysics art. This snag came in the form of a super-villain named Cheetah who began posting on social media things like, "Reading about blood-diamond smugglers-highway(s) interceptions and finding 'cool' commerce-net superstition storytelling for patriotism/rhetoric in the West makes me think (purely) of the 'allure' of antisocial liberties (e.g., terrorism) to create a 'dark-side' image to contradict (all) this child-like optimism and serve as a Devil's Advocate' of consumerism-securities marks for the Ego."

Who was this Cheetah? How did he track my work with James Bond work and capitalism/sportsmanship storytelling to create this dark-post about incendiary Earth-ideations? One day, I discovered while visiting my chateau (Brussels) that my lovely housekeeper (Esmerelda), whom I'd fallen hopelessly in love with and sought to court for marriage (somehow) was blissfully on the telephone talking romantically...with the Cheetah! I demanded to know who this 'stranger' character was after he hung-up, but she insisted it was just someone she 'encountered' on social media (hmm).

CHEETAH: Good to finally 'connect' with you, prince of media.

ME: How'd you detect my work/identity, Cheetah?

CHEETAH: I conversed with your darling (Esmerelda) and 'tracked' you!

ME: What do you want (with Esmerelda)?

CHEETAH: I 'seek' to make her my confidante/ally for a terrorist-chess.

ME: Why/what?
CHEETAH: I'll achieve this 'deed' for Earth, if you fail in my challenge!

ME: Alright, but I need to determine the 'chess' of this challenge, fellow.

CHEETAH: You must post why on 9/11, cell-phone signals were scrambled.

ME: I've no idea what occurred (exactly) or why that 'phenomenon' did.

CHEETAH: I want you to post if you think it was terrorism-linked, prince.

ME: How long do I have to perform this 'examination' for 9/11, Cheetah?

CHEETAH: You have 1 week (only)...before Esmerelda vanishes.

ME: Good for social media (alright).

ESMERELDA: I can't tell you that information, darling.

ME: Do you want to go on a diamond-heist with me?
ESMERELDA: Where?
ME: Brussels...a blood-diamond operation; you'll be my insider there.

ESMERELDA: Posing as what (exactly)?
ME: A customer, new patron seeking account; my mock-hostage.

ESMERELDA: Alright, and I suppose you'll 'stir' my interest for chat!

ME: You'll think this is (all) a Mardi-Gras revelation worth trust.

ESMERELDA: Wow (ok)...good for social media.

CHEETAH: You posted the revelation (on social media).

ME: I know; I 'stirred' Esmerelda's fascination and she confided in me.

CHEETAH: So...you know those cell-phone signals-scrambles was by me?

ME: I do; I wrote on social-media, "A homegrown psycho had 'luchi' Hell."

CHEETAH: I despise (Indian) luchi-bread, prince.

ME: I suppose your 'deed' concerned one of antisocial humor(s), Cheetah!

CHEETAH: You're correct, prince; my engagement with you was for tales.

ME: You have something against James Bond and luchi/media/America?

CHEETAH: I despise the hospitality-hand of 'normal' traffic (now).

ME: I suppose Esmerelda was 'hypnotized' by your 'chess' narcissism.

CHEETAH: I shall pardon your Esmerelda; but remember my omen(s).

ME: Cheetah, all I'll think about is my (own) work with magic-money.

CHEETAH: Alright.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)