The Game: Minutes Thearchies

A Story by Abishai100

Presentation of species-contact challenge for darkness/sport rendering expressions of the rotund-leviathan and 'human' value of incomplete-bureaucracy phones.

A species-game scenario vignette.

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My name's Endymion. Let me tell you the story of my exploits in Earth-realm as a commandeering Martian of a great challenge-dare, posed to three sharp American Homeland princes, pals sharing a flat in New England (Amlan/Marcus/Raki) and approached by me with a special cyber-portal communique for their 'IQ' concerning their Selfie age of computers, consciousness, and of course cinema.

What I proposed to the three gents of Boston-town (New England) was fairly-simple. Amlan and Marcus and Raki were home-working architects, fresh out of Dartmouth, making decent wage for weekend reliefs/comforts in their Homeland (America) of street-transit, consumerism, ale, lady-waitress courtships, and of course chess. Well, it was Amlan who played chess. I decided to offer them a special challenge of the will. This was my prologue, as I explained, to a pre-invasion of Earth with my underground legion of Martian hellraisers, all with psychic-powers of mind-control and enslavement (therefore). I told Amlan if he drew a stalemate with me in chess, I'd only require the three prince of Boston-town (Amlan/Marcus/Raki) to run roadways car-races with my hellraisers (in Brussels) and of course pardon them from any death-labyrinth and thereby 'laurel' them as invasion/colonization pardon representative hero-masters of Earth-realm, while I self-exiled myself to the deep-ocean abyss with my hellraisers from Mars for (private) society critique of social media and changelings culture (for chess-journals!).

ENDYMION: You must keep this proposition dark secret, prince.

AMLAN: If I fail to draw stalemate, all of Earth's enslaved?

ENDYMION: You've little-choice but to give it your best-go, Earth-man (ha).

AMLAN: And if I harness my chess-training and achieve the laurel, we're free.

ENDYMION: Not only free, but then-gamesters in a Brussels (secret!) road-race.

AMLAN: With some McLaren-quill I wage.

ENDYMION: A test for human-charge, if you will...for a 'religious' sovereignty.

AMLAN: Your hellraiser-legion's got psychic power of deformity (otherwise)?

ENDYMION: Clear as broth (Dante-IQ), Earth-man; let's proceed (Selfie-like).

AMLAN: Damn (not Facebook-like).

Amlan achieved the stalemate (damn). Then, Marcus/Raki were the roadways-racers in the post-deed car-chase with my minions of hell from the Red Planet (wow) in Brussels (ha). This was 1st-rate species-contact wage for excellence and intrigue and of darkness (too!). Amlan didn't like it altogether, but he did concede the post-chess road-game for test/consciousness was one for the books, and Marcus/Raki came-out unscathed. It was a simply bittersweet parting post-examination(s) of the Earthling-self (perhaps Facebook-like).

ENDYMION: Your Selfie-age of consumerism's fraught with black-smoke, no?
AMLAN: We have princes and paupers, sure; but there's lines of ascension (too).

ENDYMION: Cool...you've proven your weight and pardoned your world, prince!

AMLAN: Now, you self-exile to the ocean as a private cyber-scholar of criticism.

ENDYMION: With memoir-image of your Blue-Planet of leviathan (sure).

AMLAN: Farewell.

I'm now in the deep-ocean abyss, alongside my hellraiser clan/family; and I peruse cyber-wise the above-water Earth-world activities of men/women; and I make wage that that musketeer-chess competitor (Amlan) is enjoying Summer Olympics synthesized video-games in his New England pad with his buds (Marcus/Raki), taking sighs of relief for what was once possibly certain disaster for their life-way (capitalism?). I write this journal entry as a time-capsule, should a future archaeologist make for stranger discovery. As I relay this tale, I think of myself as a supreme Devil's Advocate, one of incomplete-distances readings to the uncertainties of existence in the known universe, and the games that render it both competitive and dangerous (for the Ego!).