Mars' Town

A Story by Abishai100

Can a New England 'pseudo-vigilante' claim a deed for gem-insurance Romanticism while negotiating a love-bond for a phenom-doc?

A bright adaptation of the sub-culture street-intuition(s) film The Town (Ben Affleck). Thanks so much for reading (and enjoy!),

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Let me tell you the story of an Algerian immigrant named Mars who moved to Boston-town for a sci-tech and cog-sci education and became something of a econ-psych aficionado before staging a daring pseudo-vigilantism examination for a New England bank of blood-diamond storages/insurance chess-stalemates to draw 'enhanced' commerce commentary on social-media concerning 'American' materialism-readings.

Mars walked into the special gem-store in Boston-town in a special Halloween street-theater get-up claiming he'd been sent by the Ion-company to exchange some of their pieces with replicas for an (Insured) street-media commentary about the quality of treasure-examinations, insisting this was all a prepaid New England capitalism-race 'chess' theater co-invested by the company that sent him. This was of course as Mars claimed great for Boston-town social-media.

Two months later, in the same costume/mask, Mars marched into the Boston-town bank wielding a theater-prop water-rifle (secretly filled with acid in the bathroom) and burned a hole into the Ion-company bank-box and swapped their (rumored/insured) blood-diamonds with fakes and then ran-off to make his commentary on social-media that he'd been a 'copycat' of the (Interpol-relation?) agent sent by the Ion-company to create that 'unique' media-insurance commentary at the gem-store where the Ion-company had business (overground). Mars claimed this too was great for social media (for New England chess/theater/consumerism).

EZZY (Doctor): You really love Boston-cream doughnuts, eh?

MARS: It's a New England treat for those invested in culture's cream.

EZZY: So, you're a capitalism superstition writer and telemarketer?

MARS: I've lived modestly, since graduating (Mass-IT).

EZZY: Cool...you strike me as a 'musketeer' of this town's value(s).

MARS: I love ice-hockey, doughnuts, movies, and this Boston-town.

EZZY: Good for social media.

Ezzy, the gorgeous doc of Boston-town Mars met while treated for a gun-shot (by a policeman!) had become his special 'lady-faerie' of New England, but how'd he reveal his 'dark' secret(s) to her (now)? That was the question haunting Mars of this town, and he decided to take her to a street-chess board-walk game in Boston-town and play (casually/lyrically) with her, while disclosing this secret dual-ID as the town's special 'Robin-Hood' of diamond-insurance photo-graphics.

EZZY: I don't believe you, Mars.

MARS: You don't need to believe me, because you're a doctor!

EZZY: I feel very anxious (suddenly).

MARS: I can sense that, Ezzy.

EZZY: Where do we go from here?
MARS: Hey, if you want no part in this life; return to yours (happily!).

EZZY: Maybe I should.

MARS: Keep my secret; there's plenty of (Interpol-relation?) insanity!

EZZY: Good luck (I'll post something 'spiritual' on social-media).

MARS: Excellent; perhaps something about the 'cure' to piracy.

After Ezzy/Mars parted-ways, Ezzy received a stranger mailing in her apartment and then her hospital/office, a series of transforming 'stunt-vehicle' war-robots known as the Stunticons. The note included in this 'love-shipment' (from Mars) read, "Everyone loves a good stuntman, especially those who seek 'insured-bread' for Boston-town mechanics (remember me that way, sweetheart!).'

Mars would continue his 'invisible' campaign to rid his beloved/fantastic 'Boston-town' of blood-diamond insurance insanity, and meanwhile, perhaps Ezzy (his once-damsel) would recount her encounter with this 'shadow-angel' of New England as an 'examination' of the composition of East-Coast (American) imagery of incomplete-distances to (total) bread for confidence/darkness (wow).