Reno's Thermoelectric

A Story by Abishai100

Can an Earth-prince find eco-IQ in Reno while transcending a Devil-game of incomplete-bureaucracy 'doctorate' for leviathan?

A bright capitalism-culture 'dialysis' vignette set in that big-little city of lights/fortune/superstition/wheels, Reno, which I hope you like,

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READER: Your laundry dryer-sheets claim for dry-time heat shocks is funny, pal.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: It's a thermoelectric adjective; symbolic of hostels/Reno!

READER: You blog online about Reno-magic, and refer to yourself as Raiden?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Video-game gods; youth-memory; IQ for pre-Reno tour, reader!

READER: Where's your current station for this pre-Reno visit examination-adverb?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Homeland (Jersey) IQ...Inn-Express (great TV-lounge/coffee).

READER: I'll look into it...happy Reno hunting for your (eco-capitalism?) task.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Selfie-like (thanx, reader).

Reno had become quite a stop for cross-country trekkers and road-trippers, and it's the Big Little City, as it's nicknamed/short-named, for its bright lights and neon consciousness for the Ego (sure!). Well, it's where we find Mr. Amlan Satan, road-salesman, trekking there pre-Xmas for some 'blood-diamond' smugglers-motions (rogue-arms financing) rumors for his grand eco-presentation for merchants/investors who'd find this city, suddenly spotlighted by this 'troubles' of conflict-zone gem mining exploitation/extractions (from African shores) for Western laughter image (damn).

READER: Well, now you're in Reno, the Big-Little city of Blue-Planet fare/flares.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I've met a lovely lady show-tune angel of the badlands, reader!

READER: What of those blood-diamond rumors of 'insured' Hell, friend?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: Already make swap with some gems I procured (Wall-St. asset).

READER: You made $15M in the 2009 mini-crash (Ford)?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Not so inconceivable, for a fan of America America (Kazan).

READER: Good look (Facebook-like).

This 'faerie-tale' gets dark and complicated, readers. For Mr. Amlan Satan founded a line of Hell (blood-diamond game) and eco-capitalism personals/convictions, as a worldly Catholic man of IQ, after moving to the States from Algiers (post-troubles), which is why/how we believe he drew the attention of a fallen-angel, a bad-messenger, servant of Lucifer (Satan, or the Devil). This siren-gypsy bad-angel, Faustina, wished to see if Amlan was the prince of diamonds and Reno...or just a pirate-profiteer of Earth's sportsmanship hyperbole (Facebook-like!).

FAUSTINA: Fan of Blood Diamond (Leo)?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: Surely, Faustina (thanx).

FAUSTINA: Fan of Edward Abbey, eco-prince?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I've read some of The Monkey Wrench Gang (thanx).

FAUSTINA: Reno's thermoelectric, no?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: Made joke-line with reader; dryer-sheets temp/time shocks-IQ.

FAUSTINA: Lines of temporal/chaotic 'consciousness' for Earthling-money, surely?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: What's your game, Faustina?

FAUSTINA: I want to measure if you'd conceive of my maestro-master as a gambler.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Who's your 'maestro' master, stranger lady of Reno (ha)?

FAUSTINA: The Devil, eco-prince.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: What's it, Faustina?

FAUSTINA: Here we are, sharing Reno dive cocktail-shrimp, thinking gems-valor.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Don't doubt a human line for deeds of Reno, Faustina!

FAUSTINA: This show-tune angel girl you've met (here in Reno)...is Rapunzel?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I don't doubt that, lady (surely).

FAUSTINA: What if your blood-diamond game turned you into...a mouse?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: What?
FAUSTINA: The Earth, and its treasures, don't belong to humans, no?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Well, we've to dream they do...for dreams of electricity, surely.

FAUSTINA: What if you fail?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: Well, at least we've shared this shrimp, and my wedding-plan!

FAUSTINA: Good...Reno's thermoelectric...but you've staved off 'human' glass.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Facebook-like?

Readers, Mr. Amlan Satan had become a Reno-prince of the high-order, and he staved off the vanity-adverb of Faustina, angel-messenger of the dark-side and companion to Lucifer (Satan, the Devil) who wished to measure this eco-capitalism man's special Western (American Homeland) Selfie-cleats for sportsmanship lines of 'blood-diamond' game-humility (ok). He decided to marry his Reno-showgirl, have a son, and buy a model train-set for him (Damian) for Xmas; and he recounted his Reno time with eco-football and kept the Devil's 'game' secret; and perhaps we've made for a 'discovery' of what makes/made this faerie-tale Big-Little City of Nevada, outside the more 'crowned' Las Vegas, a high-adjective for social media and consumerism/lifestyle 'friendly' leviathan-vigilantism (for the Ego!).

JOURNAL (Amlan Satan): "Personal inquiry/note...wondering if the Devil likes gambling, perhaps bloody-Jabberwocky films like Casino or Bugsy (sure)."