Bond: Earth's Divison

A Story by Abishai100

Mr. Amlan Satan is the inheritor of the world-intelligence mantle in the West, replacing Mr. Bond (007) and offering a bureaucracy-highways 'art' in 9/11-dialysis.

My (epic) nod to what makes James Bond so reflective/representative of Earthling-dialysis and bureaucracy-direction. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: This work of media-fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced franchise-of-inspiration and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression (for 'open' arts).

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Q: Mr. Satan (Amlan), this is high-art secret(s) for world-intelligence 'chess' fraught with 'stalemate' dynamics and requiring a new 'face' for Earthling-valor, and we all hope (even me) that you'll be worthy of 007's laurel-mantle inheritance (ok?).

SATAN (008): Thanx, Q; I imagine, even through our email-chat(s) that you're somehow both a nerdist and sharply-dressed mod-Earthling bureau-lady of gorgeous proportion for this evil-game(s) of world eco-capitalism management thinking for the high-art (ha).

Q: Thanx, Amlan...and good luck (Facebook like).

Q: Did you find the Martian blueprint for the examination of that diamond-factory secret underground lair of the ruthless Ion-company, 008?

SATAN (008): I had to wrestle it out of the teeth of a gargoyle of Baron Ion himself who went by the hideous name Lucifer, Q (wow).

Q: What report for the blood-diamond highway between Brussels/Seattle, Satan?

SATAN (008): A photo-synthesis for new universal messaging for conflict-zone gem mining laughter for labor-exploitations of the non-Catholic variety (Martian!).

Q: Hail to the angry Red-Planet, eh?

SATAN (008): Well, it's not like our Blue Planet's any more rich or hospitable these days, Q (climate-change, you know).

Q: Me wonders if our 'examination' yields academic hand-turns, Amlan Satan!

SATAN (008): All's fare in love-and-dialysis (ok).

Q: I read of that 'Robin-Hood' lore in the Brussels journal(s), some cyber, 008.

SATAN (008): Well, let's say I approached the scenario as an Ion 'associate' friend.

Q: Used that display-laser we designed to make a cut and dropped the glass-animals, eh?

SATAN (008): Western banks...Facebook like (wow).

Q: How'd you think of yourself for a calendar-cyber representation for capitalists?

SATAN (008): You must be kidding, Q; you know I'm (simply) the Wanderer.

Q: I know that work (Friedrich).

SATAN (008): It's Halloween, and I'm to be salesman-thief-doctor-chauffeur.

Q: Sounds cool...Facebook like!

Q: How'd you connect the Ion-highway (Seattle-Brussels) to 9/11, 008?

SATAN (008): Micro miracle(s), Q; the mobile-phone signal scrambles (on-the-day) were engineered by an associate of Ion, for some taxi-monitoring 'service' designed to plant deferrals in the news/journals (damn).

Q: Not Facebook like (taxi-drivers).

SATAN (008): I love that film...Taxi Driver (Martin Scorsese)!

BARON ION: I shall except no excuse(s) for the securing of this Needle-motion of my blood-diamonds (Sierra-Leone), especially by lone/teamed-up eco-vigilante 'liberals' with a mod-Earthling hand-axes shake for Facebook-football nonsense in deferrals, minion.

ASSOCIATE: Bad-baron of Earth...the Needle's (purely) division.

Q: How'd you find our laser for your bank-and-Needle operation?

SATAN (008): Why, Q, wouldn't you 'think' I'd be as 'dashing' as 007 (Mr. Bond)?

Q: Of course...for bureaucracy's daffodil (ha).

SATAN (008): Facebook like (thanx).

ESMERELDA: I wouldn't peg you as a football-fan, Mr. Amlan Satan!

SATAN (008): Why, of course I appreciate diamonds-and-magazines in Euro.

ESMERELDA: Are you some sports-writing junkie or football-fanzine investor?

SATAN (008): I like (all) things...democratic...even blood-diamonds.

ESMERELDA: Sounds like a social media demographic (cool).

Q: Damn, you're in-love (now), Mr. Amlan Satan?

SATAN (008): You're still Athena, Q.

Q: You've no clue if I'm male/female (still), 008.

SATAN (008): I've the guess you think of my 9/11 mission as 'gallant' for fantasy.

Q: Ha (maybe, for photo-fiction!).

SATAN (008): Good (flares/chess...thanx).

Q: You're welcome, Amlan friend (Q, out).

Will Mr. Amlan Satan triumph? Will he become Q's ultimate 'dashing' hero for eco-capitalism and world-transit super vision and rightly-inherit the street-gossip surrounding the inheritance of James Bond's 'fantastic' mantle? Well, the world's shiny with treasures/insurance and darkness for dialysis, and perchance Q finds this successor to 007 a right-stuff 'face' for all things capitalist, conscious, creative, cautionary, competitive, and of course...culinary.

SATAN (008): A gift for V-Day for my world-transit lady-hawk, Esmerelda.
ESMERELDA: I'm your 'cadence-prom' date; for world-man of calculators, Amlan.

SATAN (008): Good (thanx).