Labyrinth: Electric Etc. {Alien}

An alien mind transports two affable gents inside his own 'universe' of electric contest risk for wrought cleats of human chance.

Tron fanfiction. Happy Halloween all, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of media fanfiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body (e.g., Holiday Inn Express) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' interpretation). 

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Well, it was a world of gadgets and toys for Amlan and Marcus, pals from Dartmouth who'd become special avid-fans of the cyber-age of handhelds and Selfies (for the Ego).

AMLAN: Is this real?
MARCUS: We're inside some dream-sleep vision.

AMLAN: We drank too much last night at the frat-reunion; bad Catholic choice.

MARCUS: I wish my wife was here with us, pal.

AMLAN: Cool...but inside this electronic labyrinth suggests we're cyber-paranoid!

MARCUS: Let's just prowl/roam with this line for gauntlet-run (Selfie-like).

AMLAN: Facebook-like.

It was real. Amlan and Marcus were transported to another dimension while unconscious by a super-mind from a faraway galaxy who reigned over a completely electric-energy labyrinth in which the 'being' cast the two pals for special light-electron bike and laser-discus throw contests for the Ego (wow).

Amlan dreamt of awaking from what he conceived was just a dream-vision to enjoy some nice Sunday football and homemade kitchen pizza; Marcus wanted to visit/see his wife again who'd been at the New England Inn-Express for some sports writing conference (Facebook-like).

SUPER-MIND: Unreal, heroes.

AMLAN/MARCUS: A universe of lines of electric energy...fields.
SUPER-MIND: End zones, heroes...proceed with great care for your sake!
AMLAN/MARCUS: This is some game challenge for acrobatics and electricity?

SUPER-MIND: I'm the Super-Mind; your cognition concerns weaves for escape.
AMLAN/MARCUS: So, you're like an Emperor...and we're the clued Gladiators.

SUPER-MIND: Centurions or slaves...whatever is your hand of fate (by you!).
AMLAN/MARCUS: Damn...like a video-game for charge.

SUPER-MIND: Take measure to win on the bike/discus parallels (for acid).
AMLAN/MARCUS: Without any chemistry for humans?

Amlan and Marcus performed their game-challenge with due excellence, drawing on their extra credit (acquired?) super human skills of electric fields dancing and came-out as saved and awoke thinking it was simply a dream about leviathan/uncertainty. The Super-Mind had no choice now but to concede a stalemate for the veils of fortune/engineering.

MARCUS: I feel like some NY-football charge (TV!).

WIFE: You sound...young (good).

"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)