I was Diplomat

Portrait of patient-psychiatrist chat concerning alien-abduction claim for Earth/American 'space' for consciousness-features.

Alien abduction tales always seem to bring out the Twilight-Zone feeling in us, and this one's one such yarn. Thanks for reading (and Happy-4th), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative (sci-fi) fiction offers no ties to any representative person(s)/body and all images/references used herein (e.g., 9/11) comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views). 

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: You need to believe in me; I speak the truth for ya, doc.

PSYCHIATRIST: You insist you were abducted by aliens from a gas-station now?

SATAN: Just think it, doc; I'm a typical working-man; the alien wanted knowledge.

PSYCHIATRIST: You claim this is some Selfie-reading for worldly consciousness.

SATAN: You said it...post-9/11 invasion-fear exploitation by a Martian.

PSYCHIATRIST: But you're unsure if he/it (the alien!) was from Mars?

SATAN: He didn't say; he just wanted to look at my wallet, doc (Selfie-like).

SATAN: In my wallet, I had credit-cards and a photo of a lovely angel-lady.

PSYCHIATRIST: Right, your cartoon-world 'girlfriend' (given your anxieties).

SATAN: I've suffered from obsession-depression, I know, but the alien cared not.

PSYCHIATRIST: He wanted a 'sample' of an Earth-citizen from his wallet, you say?

SATAN: Maybe he (the Martian?) wanted a cross-section of working Earthlings.

PSYCHIATRIST: Something 9/11.

SATAN: Think it, doc; World Trade Center crashes; we all fear Homeland-stuff.

PSYCHIATRIST: This alien's a comedian?

SATAN: Ha, you said it, doc; perchance he wanted a capitalist doll (me!).

PSYCHIATRIST: Stranger.

PSYCHIATRIST: Have stranger memoirs of your boyhood-home?

SATAN: I lived in a Homeland-Jersey town-house with my dad; nothing mortal.

PSYCHIATRIST: So, you're a typical prince-man of gas-station work; alien-IQ.

SATAN: I didn't hallucinate; I was wide-awake; the alien wanted my profile.

PSYCHIATRIST: Sure this has nothing to do with home-life memory (as a boy)?

SATAN: Home-life was simply consciousness; this is abduction for bad-fantasy.

PSYCHIATRIST: Not Facebook-like (hmmm).

SATAN: Would I lie?
PSYCHIATRIST: You need to transcend memory with some creativity-helmet/line.

SATAN: You said it; I'll adapt the ordeal into a novel concept (Becoming American).

PSYCHIATRIST: Selfie-like (sure, ok, good).

SATAN: Thanx, doc (for everything)...Facebook-like (damn).

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

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