Airport-Ego

A Story by Abishai100

A world transit 'institution' is the site of a ground-intrigue/game surrounded by some modern capitalism 'race' margin.

A vignette inspired by the series of world-transit 'fantasy' Airport films.

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Welcome to Airport, the site of some pretty interesting modern commerce/capitalism 'culture' reflective transit-securities consciousness activities/behaviors, drawing this tale of Earth's hand of motions for confidence/storytelling! Well, this Airport is where a ground-heist of intrigue/conspiracy, perhaps simply an (Interpol-relation?) operation 'enhances' the thoroughfare tale of human-society minds/views of 'institutional' excellence (or soap).

Captain Turlington is a dashing Western airline pilot inside the Airport and considered the value of making a connection for a cyber-platform re-presentation of post-9/11 era air-transit confidence for Earth's hand in securities storyboards, for investors/insurance, but was dismayed to discover that his new potential capitalist-ally (Amlan Satan) was simply/now enduring a tedious divorce linked to adultery (his betraying wife Ezzy), which would (now) be devastating for PR-relations in cyber-marketing work for world-tourism/institutionalism social media photo-graphics (damn).

MR. SATAN: I caught her with my business-associate, and now I'm to endure this 'ordeal' of the consciousness rather than 'grounding' into some of my more well-honed/focused/clarity skills of commercial and media-life marketing duty-free intuition and professionalism, and I guess we (all) thought Turlington would (simply now) carry me on his shoulders as my buddy/Hercules, but you can't expect everything from social media bureaucracy magic (hmm).

As this media 'mess' unfurled and offered surprising hope, there was a new 'calamity' on the ground, linked to some diamond-shipment controversy or gossiped 'scandal' inside the Airport walls-of-happiness, and perhaps this was a sign of dark-skies in this new millennium of 'distance' to confidence-for-hospitality and governance (hmm). Perhaps Turlington (himself) would've remarked, "Had not we the right-stuff to manage this anarchy, we'd see Earth-sky imprints of this new time of manmade sullied bedlam."

EZZY: I got you this Tavares (Toronto) sport-card, for apologetics.

AMLAN: That's what I need...philosophy-of-life to sub for our diners.

EZZY: You know I had to leave because of 'personal' interest (only)!

AMLAN: That's like way better than what I'd been 'crafting' for myself.

EZZY: Do you like the card?

AMLAN: Yes.

It was nice Ezzy called Amlan from her new residence, a hotel-suite, in South Jersey (USA), and perhaps Captain Turlington would see the breast-shield profit-margin because of this human-relations 'emotion' management between Ezzy/Amlan, which was good for our discrete Airport (certainly!), but Turlington joked, "Maybe you should claim ISIS is stalking Ezzy's new home, pal."

EZZY: When are you here for Thanksgiving weekend, Charles?
CHARLES (Boyfriend): Can't wait to see you...but I've loose-ends.

EZZY: Nothing dangerous, right?
CHARLES: C'mon, I'm 'dreaming' of our new-life established for the Ego.

EZZY: Excellence; for mystery.

CHARLES: That's the human race, Ezzy (my darling).

What would Martians make of this ground-institution or 'structure' for human-consciousness and capitalism-race 'ethos' for style(s)? Our beloved Airport had become a 'center' for great capitalism 'race' tidings, and perhaps Martians would draw 'envy-eyes' curtains for the 'science' of human endeavor, if only for that veneer of drama/theater concerning today's 'world' bureaucracy (wow).