Species: Width-Receiver

Mr. Amlan Satan is an Earth-prince whose dark-contact with a femme-alien visitor makes for a mystery-books language for the onsides.

An alien visitor marks this dark fable about human-foreigner 'contact' for adverbs, inspired by the unusual original Species (Roger Donaldson), which I think you'll like, 

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Mr. Amlan Satan was working on a special Super Bowl TV-revenue culture reading for Earthling distances of net-fanfare image when his life was forever altered by an alien visitation/contact, a female visitor from a faraway galaxy who disguised herself as a German visiting business brains and made 'mark' of this prince-nerdist of Selfie-traffic imagination culture (hmmm).

The alien visitor was in the Orange-State and that's where Mr. Satan (our protagonist) worked; the alien visitor claimed she was a normal-overground German businesswoman making investments in diamonds for Super Bowl TV-revenue (ads) line tied with a Zale-or-Ion social media photo-synthesis (for leviathan).

ELKA (The Alien): Good to see there's nerds on Earth for field goals, Satan.

AMLAN: My surname's Algerian/French/Canadian (mix); no devilish accent, lady!

ELKA (The Alien): Who cares...for I'm here as a football-media negotiator for IQ.

AMLAN: You strike me as quite exotic-consciousness oriented, Elka (ok).

ELKA (The Alien): You've got some collection of cards of QBs with non-Bowl IQ?

AMLAN: Yes, that's what I collect; Marino, Tarkenton, Jim Kelly, Bernie Kosar.

ELKA (The Alien): I know of your John Elway; multiple losses pre-triumph (ok).

AMLAN: It' a Western banks reading for generalized Bowl-TV revenue adverb.

ELKA (The Alien): Your land's quite the social/cyber media faces-randomness.

AMLAN: You're the challenging business invader, eh?

ELKA (The Alien): Selfie-like (ok).

Satan was shocked when he invited Elka to his pottery-studio one Saturday's Eve, when she mutated/transformed before his beady-nerdy eyes into some leviathan 'specter' for the books, a slimy maroon-colored reptile-like femme-killer (sure). He didn't know what to think but to grab the beretta in his studio-safe, loaded with special 'charm' silver-bullets, which he used for firing her eyes/head (wow).

INTERVIEW: You claim you killed Elka and then incinerated into ashes (in-studio).

SATAN: I'm not revealing my name in this cyber-conversation, but Elka's vanished!

INTERVIEW: Wow...you're the Earthling football diplomacy messager for security.

SATAN: Western banks safer with silver-bullet thinking for a wolfen-Martian.

INTERVIEW: Elka was from Mars?

SATAN: Who cares...since you doubt my (overall) agenda here/now (hmmm).

INTERVIEW: Fine...excellent pulp-comics for alien media/football funnies.

SATAN: Thanx (farewell).

Wow, Amlan Satan found quite the right-stuff for representation of his 'chance' examination inside his Orange-State pad pottery-studio and considered his Selfie-memoir of the alien-contact darkness a thing for the proverbial faerie-tale books. Before he turned Elka into ash, she whispered, "More will come." However, he did his duty, for his fare-right Blue-Planet of lines to helmets (damn). Perchance he didn't need to worry at all, friends, of any 'following' femme-killer aliens from Hell (Selfie-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)