Crisis Roswell: 1.0 Anti-Uber Shire

Man shows his hero-deed of alien-invasion defense with this time-capsule (buried/secret) tell of process of powers-driven Earth realm knit.

Alien superstition/invasion vignette for your Monday late-Summer, all (thanks for reading!) 

DISCLAIMER: This work of alien story offers no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., Roswell-incident, Uber, etc.) and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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"Well, it was August-'25 in the American Homeland, and I knew my journal doodles about a Martian invasion-visit commandeered by a spider-like alien species/race monarch (a leviathan-queen or limbs) would invoke my need to use my psychic-power (telekinesis!) to create a defense shield for the alien's mind-control use for colonization. I thought of myself as a Selfie culture wizard!"

ALIEN: We are here...I'm the Queen, and I shall play this colonial-game with ya.

ME: I'll translate this disclosure of revelation-invasion in a secret time-capsule.

ALIEN: Bury your story for future-archaeology and proper tell, prince of Earth!
ME: The game begins, and I must fence-off your super-offense with telepathy?

ALIEN: That's the game; and the trick's to persuade me, the Queen, to humility!

ME: I suppose we'd find a 'midways' kite to offer you Earth-ocean abyss exile.

ALIEN: Selfie-exile for 'midways' know is possible, should you excel for race, fool.

ME: I shall excel; and I'll marshal telepathy to speed-ahead of your drone-racers!
ALIEN: Good luck; I shall prep my drone-drivers to try to veer you off-road, man.

ME: I'll find the 'midways' kiln required for your Selfie-exile distance/diplomacy.

ALIEN: Good luck, fool...for if you fail, we'll mind-warp your species to slavery!

ME: I'll triumph and record this 'Anti-Uber' Earth-colonization 'art' as secret-tune.

ALIEN: Cool, but good luck, fool (Facebook-like).

"Would you believe I triumphed in this 'game' proposition to secure Earth race defenses for defiance/divinity when the mind-warping agenda alien invader arrived and communicated with me immediately, sensing my telepathy as potential defensive energy for her vile monarch ambitions of colonization? It was a simple 'midways' road-race psychic-energy driver-challenge of speed/control for maneuverability vanity claims that I mastered against the alien's sent humanoid-shape disguised road car-driving drones; after which, the humbled alien 'Queen' conceded to that peaceful game/contest 'driven' Earth-ocean abyss Selfie-exile for permanent/safe/contractual distance for eternal Earthling safeties of this Blue Planet kite (for leviathan/uncertainty)."

ME: What was the agenda for onside-teams, Queen?
ALIEN: It was a strike against your Uber-ways for post-Roswell nihilism, fool!

ME: I shall record this 'secret' of darkness in a time-capsule for your distances!

ALIEN: That is acceptable, since you completed the road-game with keratin, ok.

ME: I shall say a prayer for my Earth-realm race at my uncle's tombstone, alien.

ALIEN: I could care-less, but I wish you the distance you wrought with skill, ok.

ME: Farewell, Queen...my time-capsule tell shall catch that prayer-of-knowing.

ALIEN: Cool (Facebook-like).

"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)