Forever-Diamond: Thermal Doctorates

Fanfiction-adaptation of underworld/intelligence/operations James Bond franchise about (spy) inventions in gems/insurance heroics (and subterfuge) for 'onside' knighthood.

James Bond adaptation. Happy Autumn-'25, all 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction/fanfiction 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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Agent-16, new recruit for freelance 'labeled' intelligence (underground) work for bridge between the United States and the United Kingdom, had found good-clue about conflict-zone gems extractions (from African shores) making 'rogue' Earth finance and profit-shapes of insurance-woe in the Western world and sought to make a masked Halloween eco-theater 'theater' in season clown-gear with a special 'acid-gun' designed to make gems-insurance superstitions seem like a fortune-language the gems-company owner himself (Baron Ion) look like an Earth-minerals mining 'troubles' spokesperson for Selfie-consumerism knit(s), ok.

BARON ION: Bane's my Agent-16, damn!

ASSOCIATE: We've deployed a special romance-lady for his corruption, lord.

BARON ION: I want his gun, and I want your damsel-devil to assure he wields it.

ASSOCIATE: Smear him as a drunk playing with modern chemistry/weaponry?

BARON ION: My company shall discredit him (publicly) on social media, ha!

ASSOCIATE: Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell).

WENDY: Welcome to my Ion empire chateau, darling spy-man.

SATAN: Awful kind of your ruthless baron to reciprocate on my eco-theater art.

WENDY: You find me anything less than fortune's diamond for your eco-money?

SATAN: I work with intelligence, Wendy; and I fear you're 9/11 negligent, ok.

WENDY: Thanx for bringing that acid-gun for my camera, Amlan...email wish.

SATAN: I wonder if Baron Ion employed you for smoke...or ridicule, Wendy (ha).

WENDY: Selfie-like (for Heaven/Hell).

Agent-16, Mr. Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Catholic hero-type and intelligence (underground) wizard of sorts, had found the right diamond-extractions 'work-theater' for insurance-gossip to draw Interpol 'examination' for Western gems/insurance motions facilitated by Ion's bad-empire in the Western world in the 21st-Century of 'rogue' finance superstitions for darkness. However, he was almost poisoned by the 'darling' Wendy, deployed by Baron Ion (himself) to ensure the social/prestige ruin of special Agent-16, Mr. Amlan Satan. However, when Ion learned of Satan's easy-escape, he was infuriated, determined now to prove Wendy was a Helen of Troy 'character' worth a new minions-assignment to ruin Amlan as a man downtrodden by the human-passion fire lit by Wendy (herself). Was this Facebook-like (for Valentine's Day gems-consumerism)?

"Dearest Wendy,

I've sent you a little Centurion-crayon doodle I know you'd like, since you conversed with me (romantically!) of your daydreams of being some sort of Canadian or Belgian cyber-homeschool teacher for things of eco-consciousness warfare (ok)...and so I thought despite escaping your Empire-Ion clutches that afternoon from your baron's facilitated chateau, we'd (somehow) reconcile/reunite somewhere in Brussels for some work for Selfie-sketch and romance and love's medicine for (underground?) wars of diamonds...but maybe you've continued to agree to serve as Empire-Ion terrorist (ok)."

Agent-16 got himself a very beautiful white classic auto for a British Columbia visit for special 'view' of IRA-funds seek for post-retirement fantasy of (earned!) diamond-heroics commissioned waffle-venture (with Wendy?) worth a pluralism-consumerism base handshake and Consumer Reports reading lifestyle. He wondered, however, if Wendy would join him or concede to a life of evil work with Ion's empire of bad-insurance hyperbole (for the Ego). Was this Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell)?

BARON ION: Wendy's ghost.

ASSOCIATE: You wouldn't like her, lord.

BARON ION: Damn.

ASSOCIATE: We think she's in Antwerp, lord.

BARON ION: There's this new waffle-house in Brussels (Belgium), no?

ASSOCIATE: Quaint pocket-retreat for eat talked by mod-celebs, lord (yes).

BARON ION: Who's the owner/manager/chef, fool?

ASSOCIATE: A man by the name of Amlan Zale.

BARON ION: I doubt Wendy's there, but damn.

ASSOCIATE: Maybe he fell for her, ha (sorry).

"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)