Catch Me

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated portrait of world-trek cleats, adapted from the Spielberg real-bio 'faerie-tale' of incomplete-distances to multi-tasking pseudo-heroics for Earth's 'dowry' expression.

Summertime-fanfiction of that iconic world-hopping gem Catch Me If You Can (Steven Spielberg), which I think you'll like,

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My name's Amlan Satan, and this is the world-hop 'faerie-tale' of how became a globe-trotting eco-capitalism vigilante bank/diamonds swap-artist (robber!) of Robin Hood proportion for modern blood-diamond rumors of conflict-zone gem mining extractions of pirates for baron-investment corruption, prompted by my love of cinema, TV-ads, consumerism 'consciousness' of Earth and its eco-banks, and the Selfie-readings of pronounced nerdist dodecahedrons (for the Ego!).

MERCHANT: This guy had water-guns filled with acid.

INTERPOL: Swapped your Ion-co. items with replicas and said he was a rival company agent.

MERCHANT: Perchance he was sent by Ion for street-insurance eco-capitalism gossip?

INTERPOL: Clever...and confounding...if this guy's freelance, we must print his agenda for IQ.

MERCHANT: Good-guy to hire for your side (no?).

INTERPOL: We'd have to catch him first (Facebook-like).

Why do I do what I do? It's all for Esmerelda, a flight-attendant of Earth whom I greet between hops across my fare-rich Blue-Planet of incomplete-distances readings for the 'leviathan' of minerals-mining for bad insurance-integrity (wow). Esmerelda had become my special angel of inspirations, and perchance she's my Ophelia (Shakespeare reference). I do know I'll marry her someday, and I'm writing this (secret!) account in a time-capsule for future-world anthropologists to make for my Selfie-consumerism culture commentary readings in discovery/fiction!

I take the best flights, and sometimes I assisted/praised the pilots and was invited into the cockpit to learn this art. I'm multi-talented, driven by my love of comics/cinema and general 'flares' of leviathan-engagements. I'm the only Renaissance-man of mod-Earth with an 'angst' for pure thievery and veiled intelligence/freelance work for the banks of Western civilization...stretching all the way from Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) to San Francisco (American Homeland)...for a tourist's hand-axes of doughnuts.

A special Interpol-agent's hot on my track to discovery-catch if I'm an insider-secret agent he just wants to fingerprint for his own personal humor; or if I'm freelance and somewhat dangerous. However, he'd agree, this smart-hip cat, that eco-capitalism would be worth this weight in leviathan-silver (Selfie-like!).

BANK MANAGER: This guy made bank-restroom acid to fill into this theater-prop water-rifle.

INTERVIEW: Masked/costumed for the Halloween Day deed...insurance-stunt for box-photo theater.

BANK MANAGER: We don't want blood-diamond 'chatter' wed to our Dutch institution (or ties).

INTERVIEW: Sounds-dialysis (for leviathan).

I'm a tad older than when I first began this micro-crusade for Robin Hood hand-axes, and Esmerelda's still my shining-light, and they're still trying to 'catch-me' for lyrics (hmmm). However, this Selfie-journal concerns incomplete-distances readings for leviathan and not vanity (I think).

While at a special hotel in the Orange-State, I explained to a housekeeper (Shelbye O'Hara) that my diamonds (she found) was part of a research venture for treasure-motions in insurance-examinations on social media and for cyber-investment circles. Was I lying (Selfie-like)?