Lady of Fire: True/False Evil

Valiant firemen encounter a strange immortal specter-woman in a blazing warehouse and receive a word of kinesthesia-omen for a quiet 'organic' mentalism.

A fantasy-firefighting alien/specter adventure for your Valentine's-'26 day. Thanks for reading (stay safe/warm), 

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AMLAN: What the Hell is that thing, that specter-woman we see in this lair?
MARCUS: As a fireman, Amlan, and your best friend, buddy...I'm vexed myself!

AMLAN: Oddly-enough, she looks like some kind of comic book heroine there!
MARCUS: I didn't sign up for this, Amlan pal...my first day of work as fire-man.

AMLAN: We're firemen, Marcus, so we need not question too much about Mars.

MARCUS: Earthling firemen confronting a lady in costume in this warehouse-fire?

AMLAN: She's completely immune to the heat/flames in here, see, for doubt?

MARCUS: Maybe she's God disguised as a weirdo trying to praise us firemen, ha.

AMLAN: Well, if she was God, she wouldn't be sneering at us like that (evil).

MARCUS: Maybe she's God wanting us to think she's evil to keep us modest?

AMLAN: That's a cool-wise thought, pal, for, you know, how God makes omens!

MARCUS: Well, we better treat this immortal-lady like she's God and fence her!

AMLAN: Get your end of the firehose and wait for my prompt...we'll water her!

MARCUS: Selfie-like (for doubt).

Amlan remembered his younger-days as a starting-out fireman in his American Homeland city of traffic/dreams, and how he developed into a highly-respected Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American 2nd-gen immigrant hero-fireman of things of unpredictability, of the hell and smoke and death/chaos of fires and the uncertainties of the wavy-motion and lifelike dynamic 'consciousness' of fire itself, as if it was alive/thinking (somehow). Well, now, Amlan was an older-gent, training his near-age new partner (Marcus) in fire-fighting in their (shared) city/station. All was well, and Amlan and Marcus, equally-skilled and cheered American firemen, were taking on their new job, a huge hell-of-a-fire in a city warehouse of clothing, with due diligence/swiftness (ok). However, suddenly...they encountered a specter, a woman in some kind of 'theatrical' comic book super-woman designed like costume completely (somehow) immune from the heat/flames of the raging warehouse-fire (Selfie-like). Amlan/Marcus did not know what to make/think of such...a vision (Facebook-like)...damn.

Amlan noticed a toy gun on the floor of the warehouse and chucked it to Marcus as they both lifted the firehose together to prepare to aim/shoot at the sneering oddly-costumed woman 'specter' apparently (completely!) immune to the heat/flames of that hell-fire inside that American Homeland city warehouse of clothing. Marcus thought (maybe) someone left it there, since there were mannequins inside the warehouse, like some toy-interest, maybe owned by a child of one of the employees of the clothing-company (left-behind accidentally!). However, it was the specter-woman who placed it there, and when she noticed Amlan pick it up, she started to zoom closer to Amlan/Marcus...to interrogate them (Selfie-like).

SPECTER: Know of the Liar-paradox (logic/communication/contradiction), men?

AMLAN/MARCUS: What the Hell are you, lady (in here)?

SPECTER: I'm immune to fire, fools...but follow my inquiry here, for you, ok?

AMLAN/MARCUS: What do you want, super-woman?

SPECTER: Liar-paradox..."Every statement is incomplete" (but not that one).

AMLAN/MARCUS: Right, so...not every statement is incomplete...there is one.

SPECTER: Or, "At least one statement is complete"...but what is that one IQ?

AMLAN/MARCUS: Why you interrogate us in here, as if you're God or a Martian?

SPECTER: What's your answer, men (Selfie-like)?

AMLAN/MARCUS: We're firemen, and we save buildings/people/homes, ok?

SPECTER: What's your answer, men (Selfie-like)?

AMLAN/MARCUS: Ok, ok, ok, super-woman specter..."At least one is complete."

SPECTER: What's your answer, for God?

AMLAN/MARCUS: Water-for-fire, our job, has us say..."Vision makes dolls" (?).

SPECTER: That's a fine-word, but keep me/question secret (for God).

AMLAN/MARCUS: We're witnesses of your omen, right (Selfie-like)?

SPECTER: Visit a tombstone of one of your (beloved) fallen-victims, for God.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Farewell, specter-woman...we remain...war-witnesses!

SPECTER: Farewell (Facebook-like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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