Arles' Ronin

A world-intelligence roadways 'grip' featuring canonical concepts/holograms from today's Earthling-brains of 'half-Ronin' data.

A world intelligence fable inspired by Ronin (John Frankenheimer). 

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AMLAN: Why Arles (Euro-currency)?

RAKI: We're ex-intelligence roadways drivers for this diamond-transport.

AMLAN: Our employer's some lady from the Kingdom, perchance Boston-work.

RAKI: You sounds like you're still intelligence-world scholarly, Amlan.

AMLAN: You can trust me, pal.

RAKI: Ronin, master-less warriors, like us (ex-intelligence) in a bad-Earth.
AMLAN: At least we're great drivers (ok).

RAKI: What's her name?

AMLAN: Endymion...she likes comic books.

Amlan and Raki didn't know where they hailed from, what they were involved with, and where they'd be headed, since they were from disparate parts of the 'overground' intelligence world, and now they thought to create an Arles-France roadways diamond-transport chess-IQ excellence for their mystery-lady employer (Ms. Endymion) who ironically loved consumerism/Selfie-culture for lifestyle commentary and traffic photo-synthesis in the post-9/11 Earth.

ENDYMION: You like diamonds, like James Bond?
AMLAN/RAKI: We're to transport the treasures by car and evade minion-auto.

ENDYMION: You'll need to blend road-acumen with window-shooting.

AMLAN/RAKI: The pay's good...diamonds are forever.

ENDYMION: Good.

It was a great road-chase in Arles, after Amlan/Raki unsettled their 'Ronin' nerves in gorgeous France, where Van Gogh lived/worked/painted, and they thought about the incomplete language(s) of transit-superstitions 'confidence' for capitalism intelligence, all for Ms. Endymion (Facebook-like).

ENDYMION: These are cafe-gents, friend.

ASSOCIATE: They can make the road-chase one for the Arles-books, lady-bird.

ENDYMION: I just want the diamonds transported, friend.

ASSOCIATE: Kingdom-finances for overall future-world views, eh, lady-bird?

ENDYMION: Parliament talk/cigarettes (Facebook-like).

Amlan met a gorgeous Arles concierge (Liza) and wondered if he might retire from Ronin-work altogether, all the while wondering if Raki, his newfound 'pal' was (somehow) still pro-intelligence, working to demystify Ms. Endymion's 'magazine-universe' ties (with bureaucracy-arts for hyperbole!).

AMLAN: Where'd you learn to shoot?

RAKI: Algiers.

AMLAN: Where'd I learn to drive?
RAKI: Holland (right?).

AMLAN: Chicago (ha).

RAKI: Auto-focus (Ronin-quill)...not just guns now, eh, pal?

AMLAN: It's a consumerism bazaar universe, right.

Amlan got a mail-souvenir 'gift' from Endymion 1-year later, a classic soldier figurine porcelain craft-work, and he remembered his Arles-language with good-pal Raki who simply vanished from his connections. Amlan wondered if he might adapt his career with capitalism 'badness' into a Pulitzer-caliber novel about 'inventions' in weird dialysis...titled (appropriately?) Intelligence-for-Doubt. Good reading.

"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)