Police System Choice: In-Quality Park

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of cop-imagination and American qualia for work and intuition of (serious) jewelry.

Cop-consciousness diorama.

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I became a cop for a good reason after working at a convenience-station in the American Homeland, and it's how I hooked-up with my femme-partner of great duty/diligence, the sharp-witted Officer Charlie (Selfie-like).

My name's Amlan Satan, and I thought about the machinery shapes of diagrammed world systems traffic controls 'IQ' in the post-9/11 era of infrastructure transit stabilization for commerce facilitative globalism 'rhetoric' for immigration and modern social media 'culture' toyland intuitions for the Ego.

CHARLIE: I worked in a differing unit before hooking-up with yours, Satan.

ME: You're the best, Charlie.

CHARLIE: Hey, you insist women aren't race-car drivers, but we're cops.

ME: You're the best, Charlie.

CHARLIE: What's this new homegrown 9/11 terror-group is the good question.

ME: You're the best, Charlie.

CHARLIE: Maybe a relation of the Unabomber, Satan.

ME: You're the best, Charlie.

CHARLIE: Selfie-like.

Well, Charlie/I took-on this domestic 'troubles' image, a homegrown 9/11 group; and Charlie insisted some Unabomber-link, but I feared some rogue-IRA Euro-group (or individual) making social media Homeland panic for 'cinema' axes (damn). Maybe it was just an evil prank (Facebook-like).

It was Halloween, and I wanted to be sure the group wasn't some eco-terrorism outfit and costumed myself as an Autumn Scarecrow 'vigilante' cop-man and prowled my area banks and parks in search of vandals or strangers and wondered if I'd catch-wind of some maniac with some explosive toys or convenient guns (not Facebook-like!).

STRANGER (at Park): Hello, officer Scarecrow...check out this triple-changer.

ME: Robot?

STRANGER: It's like a warrior and even a hovering roving war-vehicle (defense!).

ME: Robot?
STRANGER: Surely it's safe for kids, which is why I'm showing it to kids here.

ME: Robot?
STRANGER: C'mon, you think it's loaded with a bomb or acid or something (ha)?

ME: Robot?

I think-back on the days at the convenience-station I worked at, pre-occupation with American Homeland police work/consciousness; and Officer Charlie, my cool-cat femme-partner (transfer!) reminds me why social media culture in the 21st-Century Earth is 'good-football' for Selfie-changelings (for all).