Man: Fiction

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of the sociological 'magic' of life-on-Earth and intuitions of capitalism culture invoked deep-conspiracy/adventure/consumerism 'things' of uncertainty and games/challenge.

Dystopian-jars fiction. Happy Summer,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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"Friends, let me tell you a stranger tale. I am the Shadow, but it was not always so, pre-engagement with a Martian game-master. Follow along, friends. There I was living as a post-grad Christian writer in my American suburbia shared town-home haven with my parents and informed them of my earnest interest of visiting a Penn state area school for tour and info concerning my interest in a grad study view for my special capitalist interest in investment in sociologically reflective creative marketing for the arts/psychology in the American Homeland (Facebook-like!)."

"When I got to the school campus, with my parents who were gracious to chaperone me for the Summer season tour/immersion for appreciation of why that Western Earthling view of campus-life for grad study vanities, I saw all the campus traffic energizer life reminding me of my days at the Ivy League, studying cognitive sciences and computer things (ha). I thought about special sports-culture windows hoisted at the Penn state school area reflective of American sociological splendor(s) for fanfare! I was in the right-time at the right-place, when I discovered that a stranger from past-life would intersect for a culture-challenge, with a Martian shocking cleat (Selfie-like). Follow along, friends (Facebook-like!)."

'FRIEND': I wondered if we'd ever cross-paths, pal.

ME: I haven't seen you forever, lady!

FRIEND: Remember days in college when I was a boarder-woman at campus?
ME: Yes, you were the single-lady in my alma mater social-house; party-hostess!

FRIEND: I'm a studier of human realm; I'm from Mars, pal (dark secret).

ME: What?

FRIEND: Crossing-path with you here at a Penn ground moves me to a game.

ME: What?
FRIEND: I make this challenge, since you're with our parents, social challenges.

ME: What's it?
FRIEND: You need not believe in my ID, pal...but you must accept the dare.

ME: Why?
FRIEND: I'll make your parents proud...I'll ensure your admission to this school.

ME: Why?
FRIEND: I've Earthling connections here (now!)...so, don't refuse the proposals.

ME: I can't?

FRIEND: You've 2 years to become an adult-media artist and sideshow vigilante.

ME; WHAT?

FRIEND: Your parents won't know of your double-life; but they'll be proud.

ME: This sounds like Confessions of a Dangerous Mind (George Clooney).

FRIEND: It's a test for man, for a human will...and dare not refuse.

ME: For my parents...I guess this is too scintillating...for my parents (ok).

FRIEND: You've right-stuff jars here, I know (Facebook-like).

"I had no choice(s) now but to accept the proposal of this lady-friend from my Ivy-League past, a 'baroness' of things of Earth-realm IQ and hospitality intuitions. Apparently, she'd become a wandering American Homeland 'anthropologist' of sorts for micro-dissections of varied sociological pockets of Western culture for the Ego/uncertainty (hmmm). She wanted me to become an adult-media producer/recruiter/director/artist and also a diamond-smugglers roads black market interceptor to cast myself as a cyber-consumerism 'culture' 'James Bond' type (wow). Maybe she wanted to measure my acumen for things of American pedestrian faces telepathy (for leviathan/uncertainty). Why me? I didn't have the time/chance to ask and became her special case (Facebook-like!)."