Galatea's Brainiac

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated claim of a media-culture 'diplomat' citizen concerning 'discovery' of a modern-Galatea whose 'existence' reflects an (actual) Earthling-touchdown.

A mod-spin on the great if unusual ancient myth of Galatea, of art/obsession. Thanks for reading!

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression of social hyperbole/folklore (for 'open' interpretation).

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I was working on special capitalism-race insurance-chess motions in New England (North America) and considered the myth of Galatea quite pertinent for 21st-Century incomplete-distances readings for treasure/transit 'confidence' for securities and eco-capitalism matters of the heart-wheel(s) like blood-diamond highways and NASDAQ 'arms' for resource-conservations offering Selfie-culture commentary of consumerism integrity! After all, Galatea, a statue-of-beauty, came alive to her creator-artist male sculptor, and prompted an incomplete-distances reading for the quality of 'inventions' in life-drawn fortune. Wasn't this some signpost for our Facebook-culture of lifestyle-banks (surely)?

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption threatens 'rogue' finance/piracy woe...for terrorism.

Was Galatea the right-fit for our mod-transit culture of life/traffic 'drawn' superstitions for the Ego? Was she the new Aphrodite, for new millennium securities-consciousness for the lifestyle-linked image of challenged confidence and customs-negotiations, inviting us to 'invent' Romanticism in the mass-traffic of random/dramatic globalism-view driven contact with those invested (seriously) in 'Selfie' bureaucracy?

I started 'seeing' Galatea in varied images/memories of gorgeous citizenry-female 'diplomats' of this new Earth of transit-linked consciousness and capitalism/consumerism convenience 'thinking' for bonds. Maybe she was a street-protest aficionado or a gorgeous flight-attendant trumpeting secured air-travel (hmmm).

I started thinking she was a single-mom enduring the Russian-Ukraine war (Eastern-Europe) and fashioned her to be some hologram of resilience for this time of 'intrigue' and 'chess' in globalism-rhetoric negotiations (for the Ego).

I decided I'd become Galatea's unofficial Brainiac-thinker, and that like her mythological male-sculptor/artist, she'd 'come-alive' from my mentalism-sense of hologram constructions of this dynamics-vitality energizer-IQ lifestyle for Earthling mass dye (wow). Maybe she'd just be an 'everywoman' (e.g., policewoman!) who'd approach me and move me to think she was some Galatea (ha).

I decided to make 'toast' of my meditation and journal-writes about 'Galateal' with a world-exchange 'reflection' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) and thoroughly-thought of why/how the bread/fruit of this social network 'conception' engendered in me some fortune-reading for 'accessible' treasure-rhombus (hmmm).

Then, one night, after some needed Friday's-Eve red wine, I dreamt I was visited by my fave cyber-game culture warrior-woman princess 'avatar' of great microculture flare, the blade-fan wielding fierce Kitana (Mortal Kombat), an iconic 'celebrity' from combat-themed media-culture entertainment.

KITANA (Galatea): When you wake, find an art-sketch of me for a story-write, fool.
ME: Why am I the fool, Kitana (though I do find you quite interesting)?
KITANA: I'm your Galatea, of course, fool.
ME: You're a dangerous warrior-princess, and I'm dreaming of my video-game insanity!
KITANA: No, you fool...this is your conception of your own journal-writes, you writer.
ME: Okay, I'm almost-perfectly sold on (all) this, and I'll write a story about your art.
KITANA: Good (bureaucracy-readings for Selfie-made optimism, hon).
ME: Sounds very cool...if only for a man's Earthling reading...in time.
KITANA: I'm your best, man.
ME: Why not...for bureaucracy's a 'definition' field goal, right?