Iceman: Erasure

A Story by Abishai100

An affable New England ice-hockey coach is abducted (to Mars) for an underground 'game' of spirits-calmness defense-action 'sport' to see if he's an Earth-man of 'knucklebones' qualia.

An offbeat Mars-abduction 'challenge' fiction. Thanks for reading,

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

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Mr. Amlan Satan found himself on Mars, in a strange underground, after being abducted in New England despite simply being an affable/idealistic/sane American Homeland citizen and ice-hockey junior-league coach of everyday-things (Facebook-like).

Amlan found himself in a deep abyss hidden in the underworld of Mars, where only demons reigned. The 'Martians' explained they'd been outcast in their dominion a long time ago and journeyed to Mars to become spying specters and watched the curious Earth culture of capitalism and competition negotiations for customs complexity theories! They told Mr. Satan, a Slovak-Algerian ice-hockey coach, that they noted how Amlan's Western world Christian/Catholic mythology cast 'beings' of spirituality resembling the 'Martians' visage/personage and joked he'd become their special 'priest-witness' for this human-consciousness examination game for survival. Amlan didn't know what to think (Selfie-like).

MARTIAN: You have a librarian-girlfriend, and you like social media.

AMLAN: I blog about ice-hockey and books and feel in-love (ok).

MARTIAN: You fear our Christian-mythos 'devil' appearance, Earth man?

AMLAN: You do look like Christian mythology demons/serpents; I'm a Catholic!

MARTIAN: You're in-love with this librarian reflective of movies/media culture?

AMLAN: She's great...and I'm your 'diplomat' of everyday-life and movie-fanfare?

MARTIAN: Yeah (Facebook-like!).

Amlan was to draw on his (own) ice-hockey stills/education and serve in a Martian underground pit-game in which he was a fitted/masked/equipped 'goalie' of sorts, fending-off small harmless silver pellets (shot by the examining 'Martian' specters, resembling Christian-mythos devil-creatures), with his 'cool' Earth-world silver-steel hockey defensive stick on Mars-made ice (damn). The purpose of this 'Armageddon' imagery game was to see if Amlan's life-education in sportsmanship gave him the spirit-shield to perform simply as a sportsman/athlete/acrobat and ward-off any spiritualism 'paranoia' or 'jitters' of displacement or first-contact with non-humanoids (damn). Amlan wondered if he'd ever return to Earth; but for now, he'd simply become a Mars-ground(s) know-nothing...for doubt.

TO BE CONTINUED...