A Beautiful Intelligence

A sensitized adaptation of the intuitive Ron Howard bio-gem of the taut consciousness-life of tortured math-genius John Nash and why IQ maybe is linked to personality/character.

A Beautiful Mind (Russell Crowe) fanfiction. Thanks for reading! 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' translations).

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Amlan Satan found a special post-college position working inside an American Homeland math-office to derive special examinations-rich chaos intuitions for multi-variable systems relevant for applications of world-mezzanines structures, for economics and decision-making concerning multiple-risk conditions (Facebook-like!).

However, he felt the intellectual pangs of drawn insanity, and his schizophrenia medications didn't help either (damn). His campus area girlfriend (Sylvia) was no help to him; and he felt depressed because of all this 'worldly' light/darkness (sure). Sylvia demanded he indulge in some more innocence-rich examinations like boyhood-years reminiscent video-game imagery, but for Satan (Amlan!), nonlinear examinations only made him think of the curvilinear manipulations of intersections-rich folds that created special point-illuminations of multi-variable systems that created straight race consciousness and therefore risk imagination linked schizophrenia (for the Ego!).

AMLAN: I don't know what you do in your personals, Sylvia!

SYLVIA: You need to calm down for sanity's sake...it doesn't matter what I do.

AMLAN: You might be like some undercover intelligence operative in streets!

SYLVIA: If I was, Mr. Satan...I'd think you'd been swallowed by math to notice.

AMLAN: I stopped taking medications briefly to feel just more human, Sylvia.

SYLVIA: I know that, Amlan...but if I had a double-life, you'd not find a bridge!

AMLAN: Hey, chaos-math may take the spirit/brain to fantasy-heroics, Sylvia.

SYLVIA: If I'm a shadow in another life, I need to find the light in ours, Satan.

AMLAN: Facebook-like.

Well, fortunately for Mr. Amlan Satan, the environment gorgeousness of the educational area where he studied/taught was sufficiency for motivations of sanity-seeking; and this surely pleased Sylvia (his darling!). He needed some way to connect Earth's spaces with the cleats of normalized consciousness, so chaotic systems 'examination' didn't draw in him some eerie shadow-line of the bricks/building of Hell (for the Ego).

SYLVIA: You'd a dream about terrorists invading with chaotic telepathy.

AMLAN: I know it's crazy, but think of 9/11...the sheer-invasion of Homeland.

SYLVIA: Satan, you're linking engineering with frailties of nature now (damn).

AMLAN: Look, I need you to believe in me...if you can't believe me (really).

SYLVIA: I'll try to find the lights in your brain, if you labor for right food (ok).

AMLAN: Maybe we've both found a beautiful intelligence for jokes, Sylvia.

SYLVIA: I believe it...for the jester sake of math (ok).

"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)