Conscious/Planet: Mineral-Read

Human resistance on a red-colored planet wage 'chess-stalemate' IQ against the masked-monarch over a gold-obsidian 'contour' wind.

A semi-dystopian planet-resistance fable. Happy 2024, 

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The planetary human astronaut descendants, Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica, pored over their blueprints for examination-IQ concerning incomplete-distances to special stalemate-sovereignty challenge for the ruthless masked-monarch (name: unknown) for whom they considered any old Earthling history of citizenry/traffic photo-magic a thing of shameless/useless traffic life. The heroes decided to match the monarch's hoarding of all gold minerals on their red-colored sandy-planet where their human-ancestor astronauts crash-landed and were subjugated by the seemingly immortal ruthless monarch and created an underground labyrinth-haven of enduring posterity (for 'memory' of old-Earthling traffic-culture of social media democracy).

The monarch (name: unknown) had created a special cavern hoarding vault-system of gold-mineral items for boasts of treasure/fortune-readings and executed any human resistance fighter/guerrilla who dared to take these possessions as symbolism-gestures of political defiance. Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica knew this special vault-empire had no real way of being infiltrated, but they did think of a special mineral-contour 'magic' statement, with the shiny-black beautiful red-planet substance of obsidian.

AMLAN: If we 'pare' the monarch's gold-fortress with obsidian-chess, it's good IQ.

MARCUS: The monarch shall have to declare us an underground 'sovereign' (all).

EZZY: This red-planet's all we know; we're lucky obsidian 'matches' gold-shine.

DANICA: We'll make for scrolls/texts of red-planet (incomplete) leviathan-glory!

The monarch was infuriated (now), having seen this grand-stand of obsidian-declarations to 'separate' any human consciousness contact with the monarch and his legion of drone defenders and female sirens would contour his own ruthless gold-vault empire with a strange if 'rare' obsidian-treasure chest image for democratic distancing (for a certain bureaucracy reading of enhanced chess-stalemate sportsmanship and photo-synthesis).

MONARCH: My gold was immortal; these human resistors may reside invisibly.

AMLAN: This was an obsidian-trumpet for an achieved sportsmanship 'art' IQ!

MARCUS: We've wrought sovereign-space for mineral-magic in this red-planet.

EZZY: Calls for a storyboard-custom of obsidian-superstitions for 'edge' light.

DANICA: Seems we've the bread/fruit (now) for monarch-defiance photo-dye.

With the monarch of the red-planet ('immortally') distanced, Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica, 'rare' diplomat-warriors of the human resistance of descended human-astronaut survivalists from a bygone era, knew their photo-synthesis for governance intuition(s) created a new 'agenda' light for the images of (incomplete) democratic fiction (for all!).

AMLAN: I've kept this film-poster flyer from our astronaut-ancestor materials.

MARCUS: How come you never shared such ghost-magic art with us prior, man?

EZZY: A storyboard about inventions in Earth-minerals consciousness for IQ, wow.

DANICA: We're the new red planet emissaries of space field goals (for all).

AMLAN: It's conscious time.

"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)