Planet/Alive: Survivor-Bio

A Story by Abishai100

Mr. Amlan Satan recounts his harrowing journey in the Sierras following a plane-crash requiring 'race' consciousness chess and a 'bureaucracy' post-triumph will.

A survivor-epic of 'dark' quality very loosely drawn from the real-consciousness presentation 'concepts' from the stark survivor-film Alive (Ethan Hawke). Hope you like (and Happy Holidays!),

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to the referenced film and all images used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression of superstition/hyperbole (for 'open' interest).

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"I can't explain what got me from there to here, from the Sierras, following the crash of our soccer-team (airplane) in that cold-snowy region during a horrid November storm that required us to muster all kinds of intelligence and determine which of our survivor-unit would marshal us (all) through that uncertain-hell to find society-return for journal-writes and social-media culture 'shares' for what'd certainly been no 'ideal' or typical Earth-man lead" (Amlan Satan, December '23).

Of course, Mr. Satan (Amlan) had returned to his wonderful Homeland-Jersey haven for reflection of his triumph-escape from the Sierras following that November '23 plane-crash of his entire traveling soccer team and thanked his Catholic God that he'd found his way back to luxury/comforts in the new millennium, in his TV-furnished home where he'd watch videos of soccer and work on his great American novel about the quality of survivor-consciousness, and the 'competition-hand' destabilizing our capitalism-race 'chess' sensibilities of shared ambitions/fears (for photo-synthesis).

GIRLFRIEND: For me, hon?
SATAN: Something to help me forget what's (really) needed for heroics/valor.

GIRLFRIEND: Comic-doodles are (really) nice for the memory/happiness, ok.

SATAN: It's a caricature of a traumatized masked-vigilante (hero) and his wife.

GIRLFRIEND: She's his confidante and counselor, for transcendence of hell-chess.

SATAN: That's true; I want you to keep it; I'll be thinking of more 'fun' doodles.

GIRLFRIEND: Good (for leviathan).

That plane crash was quite the horror-show, and 2/3 of the soccer team of Mr. Amlan Satan survived, but the casualties would become food-for-necessity, as the survivors negotiated/debated about the wisdom/chess of the 'deed' from darkness, to use human-flesh for rations of survivalism and provided Satan himself (Amlan!) that snow-chance to urge with 'religion' the dire sanity of getting-through the abandonment and 'crawl' to civilization with sufficient strength, offered through the vitalizing cooked human-flesh (meat!) of the poor/tragic casualties of that crash in those (then) unwelcoming Sierra mountains of California (North America). Would this memory create photo-imagery that Amlan wouldn't want to necessarily include for his adapted novel (hmm)?

When you ingest human flesh (for food/survival) even if post-cooked, the blood-flow and energy and proteins and fats become much more quickly absorbed and 'cycled' by your bio-rhythms of your system, and you start to grow in vigor and courage (in ways!), and Amlan recounted the brighter-days of the physics of soccer/athletics and competition for team's glory and not survival-decision(s) leadership up there in the post-crash Sierras, where sportsmanship seemed to become some 'dim' image of simplified/forgotten theater (hmm).

There's been much catalog for the tracks and traces and 'theater' of cannibalism in varied human-societies or groups or 'clans' of Earth, and such traces had been recorded in notes and studies and discovered in cave-etchings and pseudo-ritual text references, and we humans had even counted 'theories' of real developed civilizations offering 'rounded' forms of cannibalism as some 'analogy' of some other governance or superstition 'application' for 'normalized' consciousness, which made Amlan Satan wonder, as he tried to recount his Sierra-triumph (when he and his pack of snow-trekkers found a rescuing civilization settlement nestled a 'good' distance away from their snowy-crash site in that November '23 month of hellmouth) into some 'medicinal' write-up (his great American novel).

GIRLFRIEND: Try to post some history-accounts of cannibalism for perspective!

SATAN: Great notion, sweetheart; I need some 'context' for inferenced leviathans.

GIRLFRIEND: Awesome (for artists).

"Perhaps after return, the fact that two of my Sierra compatriots and I decided to go on a masked Halloween blood-diamond vigilante-mission for treasure-insurance exposure of corruption (to draw Interpol-relation eyes?) to rid ourselves of that vacuum created by human-consciousness endurance partially 'unwelcomed' revealed to me that there was a new 'religious' need to adapt or 'craft' the survivor-chess mentality into some 'psychiatry' to (eventually) transcend why the Sierras had 'mutated' us into something like liberals of delusion(s)" (Amlan Satan, December '23).

Why'd Satan himself turn to 'wild' acts of self-affirming social-justice outreach (or masked vigilantism for self-esteem and heroics for confidence-claims) following his return to Earth-world in December '23? Perhaps his notes were accurate, concerning how he and his survivor 'pals' had found some needed mentalism for some 'religious' backlash to transcend that horror of survival requiring absolute decision-making, for consuming the flesh of their compatriots who died, to simply endure and not starve and muster the strength to trek to find rescue instead of sitting idly in their crash-site of the Sierras area which seemed to have no fly-by planes zoom by in search of them or en-route to some 'normal' flight-path for commercial/personal aviation (wow). Perhaps Amlan realized that survival was in some portion drawing a darker human consciousness that required a 'stranger' form of self-esteem restoration(s) and even contoured with the horrid-examinations of a great Biblical or manmade war (from the leviathan).

GIRLFRIEND: Planet of the Apes (comics)?

SATAN: I want to adapt the Sierras 'examination' into some 'race' physics/chess.

GIRLFRIEND: Defiance of God, in preference for erected/constructed governance!

SATAN: Isn't that cool...the hologram(s) of inventions in Earth-logic/emotion?

GIRLFRIEND: You seem much more like a 'philosopher' now, Amlan Satan.

SATAN: I feel like I've become someone like Batman (sure).

While enjoying a nice plate of creamed-chipped beef at a quaint Ponzio-diner in his Homeland-Jersey county-area of 'incomplete-distances' to lifestyle drawn consciousness-restorations (with his darling-girlfriend), Mr. Satan (Amlan!) thought about why he ate human flesh and how he and his survivor-friends got the wind/energy to trek to find their own rescue and how post-trauma required him to find inventions in forms for self-esteem, vindication, patriotism, writing, American life/sanity, and perhaps even a simple/humble plate of consumption 'friendly' materialism (for the Ego).

"The Earth is alive, and I'm forging my own holograms of my bio-reality, and I think of what moves me to seek inventions in dreams/passion/religion/recognition, and even I've become half-insane because of Sierra-survivalism, I know this new/transformed social-media (writing) life will 'draw' in me some (cooler?) Selfie-culture discovery (for leviathan)...at least for an 'American' werewolf-cocoon" (Amlan Satan, December '23).