Alien: Wire

Can the Homeland (Boston) endure the 'dare' of a Devil's Advocate requiring a special 'examination' for future-world adjectives/books?

A 'fun' fanfiction of Alien. Hope you like, 

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Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy were in New England for a commerce-life storyboard on the cyber-highway as the Homeland was negotiating his new age history complexity with 9/11, the Coronavirus, Russia-Ukraine news, North Korean nuclear-tests under TrumpUSA, and Israel-Gaza terror. They even got themselves this nifty consumerism 'symbolism' rich opaque Swiss watch for a media-image for all that'd become a fortune-reading intelligence for capitalism-race 'chess' traffic (for Earth-hostels).

The trio had just graduated from College and were working at the Boston post-office building/HQ and were reading new stories about a mystery Homeland governance 'worry' linked (in rumor/theory) to some Roswell case from the 20th-Century and came-across a super-market tabloid 'hypothesis' there was some Invasion (Martian?) observation by SETI revealing a stranger vision with some 'street-chatter' about hands of Satan (the Devil). This was outlandish American domestic news, and Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy had decided now their post-office duties and after-work cyber-storyboard work with capitalism/commerce traffic Earth 'optimism' was sufficiency for not overthinking this bizarre new story-line for New England readings (or photo-synthesis!).

Boy, were they wrong.

SETI: We need an elite force of engaged/vigilant pedestrian citizenry 'force' for action!

BOSTON MAYOR: There's no 'conference' with the National-Guard or federal agency?

SETI: This 'voice' communicator (alien!) seeks a 'contest' dare with everyday messengers.

BOSTON MAYOR: Some kind of Devil's Advocate test for Homeland street/culture life?

SETI: That's the demand from the Invader; with a nuclear threat if we fail; Devil's chess.

BOSTON MAYOR: If we fail/refuse, for bureaucracy?

SETI: We mustn't fail...recruit your unit/force...perhaps the alien just wants a trio-unit.

BOSTON MAYOR: I know of a 'cult-cyber' popular Earth-capitalism rhetoric story-trio!

SETI: What, do they work together in some municipal capacity, as Bostonian-types?

BOSTON MAYOR: They're postals (post-office bureaucrats!).

SETI: We must rely on them; we'll send the relay-consent to the Invader.

BOSTON MAYOR: This 'alien' communicator sounds like some 'game-master' trickster (ok).

SETI: What choice do we have (now)...for New England's materialities?

BOSTON MAYOR: Good; this is spin-city 'potential' for generalized social media sanity.

SETI: Thanx (for everything).

Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy were 'briefed' by the Mayor and then trained to be interceptor sewer-tunnel running 'agents' for Earth (New England!) to consent to this alien-Invader communicator 'dare' requisition sent to SETI. Was this really a Martian-alien offering a dare-examination for the 'weight' and 'mettle' of our capitalism-race citizenry, or the Devil himself drawing humanity into a Rapture for a Homeland/city 'test' for what's become a peculiar/known 'street-culture' sense of media-culture image for risk and fortune and leviathan (for survival/sovereignty)?

AMLAN: So, I decided to fit my 3 water-rifle toys with thin-glass tubes for hot-acid!

MARCUS: We're scurrying in Bostonian tunnels to play this 'game' with the alien/acid?

EZZY: According to the mayor, this Devil's Advocate seeks a media-expression for all IQ.

AMLAN: Well, at least we'd been 'trained' for such toy-consciousness in Earth-time(s), eh?

MARCUS: Let's stay sharp/united, for this alien, if it's not a dragon, is certainly acidic.

EZZY: Fight fire with barb wire, gents.

AMLAN: For love (and photo-synthesis).

EMERGENCY_TRANSMISSION: The Dragon is among us; the trio of Bostonians scurry in the tunnels and radio intermittently back to offices while playing the chase-game with the Invader after it scurried onto passing cars in the New England night-rain of darkened Earth, and all signs indicate either a no-negotiation potential of required 'acidic' survival posture, indicating some intelligence 'examination' for what's a socialized consensus for citizenry-training.

AMLAN: It's a miracle we survived, buddies.

MARCUS: Acid-guns and quick foots in tunnels make for Bostonian legends, ok.

EZZY: The Dragon claimed it was self-exiling to the deep-ocean abyss (you heard?).

AMLAN: Hopefully, 'gov't-vision' takes-over for any executive decision(s) for posterity!

MARCUS: We did our duty, buddies; let's cheer for Homeland's more 'sane' zealotry.

EZZY: Ha, the dawn of the age of women cheering for male-centric journals.

AMLAN: Without doubt(s).

WEYLAND: We're taking-over all future exchange(s) for any 'alien' agenda, folks.

SETI: We're the unofficial band-masters of any foreign intelligence examination(s)!

WEYLAND: Forget it; this is past any 'normalized' method, as seen (now); we license all.

SETI: Maybe the Devil's tricked all us Earthlings (in deed), for fortune's vanity.

WEYLAND: You'll be 'honored' for your work with science-fiction breadth, for all (ok?).

SETI: Perhaps Earth's (truly) a neon-grounding for sovereignty depth banks/chance.

WEYLAND: Perhaps (for photo-synthesis!).

"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)