Oblivion: pH

A Story by Abishai100

A bright Homeland (city) detective must 'corner' a masked 'stranger' for a social media 'friendly' expression concerning (outright) cultural bracketing.

A crime-psyche 'noir' inspired (very-much) by the paranoia-graphic 20th-Century city-horror 'masterpiece' Se7en (David Fincher). Thanks for reading,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to any real-world news-story or crime and all images used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression of crime-storytelling (for 'open' material).

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Detective Amlan Satan was assigned a special horrid-case in the Homeland city (USA) after obtaining some first-2 year laurels for crime-fighting and detection in a place riddles with criminal-insanity and ugliness, regardless of perspective. Well, this new case was a 'trouble' for Satan (Amlan), since he knew the masked-maniac he was tracking was no 'ordinary' adversary of the American city, a dark messenger of distances to complete traffic/life securities for outright paranoia, of an even mentalist nature (or quality!).

CHIEF: Ensure there's adequacy in social-media photo-synthesis for sportsmanship-chess.
SATAN: Don't I always, Chief?

CHIEF: I don't like this case, and neither do you; you need city-scapes like everyone now.

SATAN: Don't I always, Chief?

CHIEF: Good luck (for bureaucracy).

SATAN: Thanx, friend (Facebook-pokes!).

Who was this modern hell-man creating city-paranoia that Amlan Satan tracked? He was a man who robbed (rumored) blood-diamonds, claiming he had a special capitalist-philosophy tie to eco-minerals ideology, perhaps to actually deflate rhetoric/ideology. However, this masked-maniac was not simply a diamond-operationalist with terrorist-mindset but an alternate agenda, given his 'nifty' use of water-guns filled with HCL. He called himself Cowboy, and he took some police-station victims, to use as 'doll' messages, and proceeded to burn (slightly) their fingertips for a strange psyche-message about oblivion (for social media).

COWBOY: Finger-chips, detective (Satan?).
SATAN: I'm Algerian-American, with French-roots; there's an ice-hockey player with same.
COWBOY: An ice-hockey athlete (Canadian?) with 'Satan' (the Devil) as surname, ok.
SATAN: Finger-chips, Cowboy (now that you're caged like an English patient!).
COWBOY: Well, let's proceed with this psychology-examination for your Facebook-friend(s).
SATAN: Good (bureaucracy).
COWBOY: Finger-tips burnt; eco-symbolism; bad-hands/reach in axes of capitalism, Satan!
SATAN: What's it?
COWBOY: Oblivion, detective; I hate Freud; this is new psychology --- one of human reach.
SATAN: Reach (like the toothbrush).
COWBOY: Don't be foolishly vain in your exchange with me; mentalism for oblivion is my IQ.
SATAN: What's the problem with standard Freudian crime-chess, Cowboy?
COWBOY: I always wore a mask (theater); this is eco-evolution 'finger-reach' symbolism.
SATAN: Oblivion (get it)...the human person/victim is disoriented in his diplomacy for goals!
COWBOY: That's it, Satan...you see the social-media 'face' theater...'reach' for capitalism-IQ.
SATAN: Sounds like a Halloween (Scarecrow?) message of bad-farming (helmets)?

COWBOY: Whatever (bureaucracy).

SATAN: Great (thanx).

Why'd Cowboy view this transit-imagery for Homeland culture and Earthling-civilization as a capitalism-cauldron opportunism for 'human reach' messaging of the criminally-insane variety (hmm)? Detective Amlan Satan was sure/confident that Cowboy's rather 'terrorist' oriented message for symbolism in 'outright' oblivion concerned those interconnected parts of the holistic (corrupted?) system of goals and reach and ambition's little-fingers of sensation. Well, he was certainly an Oblivion-pH phantom of Earth-evolution superstitions, which led Satan (Amlan) to think this was the sort of 'dystopia' case/trophy to hand his hat on, to affirm/acknowledge such a 'field goal' laurel as a surefire 'organics' graphics for materialism/bureaucracy spiders (wow).

CHIEF: You were fantastic, Satan.

SATAN: I might become an Occultist!

CHIEF: I hear you're becoming a Belgian football-collectibles merchant, good-man.

SATAN: You heard the truth, Chief!

CHIEF: This was no 'sideshow' for our finest Homeland-city detective, Amlan Satan (thanx).

SATAN: You'll find Selfie and Facebook-pokes from me (from Brussels sprout thinking).

CHIEF: You've earned it...for oblivion-pH photo-synthesis.

SATAN: You said it (bureaucracy).

COWBOY: "Dearest detective-friend of a Belgian dive and post-career venture (Chief told me!)...it gives me wonders-rich delight and daylight mailing this consumerism-parody avatar-doodle I made ("Evil_Elf"), which I think you'd admire and use in one of your sportsmanship-collectibles enterprise (cyber?) for considerations of how you were a mortal-instrument of certainly good-faith in having a 'nihilist' (me) incarcerated for much-needed education-text and a sort of 'self-exile' thinking, and perhaps your (own) little-fingers now reach into the pool/pockets of outright oblivion drive-thru (thanx)."