Space Station Destroyer: Veneer

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated human race portrait of outer space station eye and secret time-capsule tell of Martian conference yielding true oxygen.

An International Space Station sci-fi yarn, inspired by The Martian (Ridley Scott). Happy Holidays,

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I was assigned to be the new traveler/inhabitant on the multi-nation erected International Space Station (ISS), a trumpet sounded with the coop of America, Russia, Japan, Canada, and Europe. The ISS was an outcome of profit/sanity of the great Space-Race between the USA and USSR in the late 20th-Century and continued to stand as a testament to Earthling civilization vanities for controls in non-Earth explorations of the immortality and organic sciences concern for potential race-contact and race-endurance image (sure). I was honored to be the new world-citizen, an Algerian-American Bostonian-Catholic immigrant/citizen, seeking to convert my interests in space science and soldiery into ISS laurel for social media 'culture' (Facebook-like).

When I boarded the ISS, I was greeted by the delegate-astronauts from the representative groups/nations and was accepted and befriended the American 'kids' on the block; it was a great examination of what made outer-space 'psyche' a thing of incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of human/capitalism race coop for (shared) universal views of immortality and organic curiosity for intelligence/brevity/chandeliers (ok).

MARTIAN: Greetings, Earth star-man (hmmm).

ME: You've managed to contact me only with this cyber-brain device, alien!

MARTIAN: My name's Endymion; I've been spying on the ISS from your moon.

ME: Consider me your honored diplomacy-messenger with this secret-chat?

MARTIAN: I've made mark of you as languages-efficacious for platform-adjective.

ME: Well, I guess you're examining my Earthling machinery-brain for quotients?

MARTIAN: You're shrewd...I seek private self-exile to Earth deep-ocean abyss.

ME: Self-exile...to our ocean-abyss, alien?

MARTIAN: I want private social media access driven capitalism culture critique.

ME: I guess you're self-exiling yourself for some Machiavellian peaceful sully?

MARTIAN: You're shrewd...were I not to remain journal-critical, I'd destroy you.

ME: Detroy?

MARTIAN: Guess the critique, man; my nihilism eye concerns vanities of you.

ME: Vanities.

MARTIAN: Consider the games...capitalism of Earth gives contests of death!

ME: So, you're peacefully/quietly self-exiling to our ocean for private study?

MARTIAN: That's the truth; and I shall carry-out this agenda, with your aid.

ME: I can guess; you want me to compose a special time-capsule tell of this IQ!

MARTIAN: Correct, Earth astronaut; maybe it's a 'peace' sideshow of ISS-fears.

ME: That's a relief, alien...we Earthlings entreated sci-fi image of Hell's tax.

MARTIAN: Facebook-like (farewell).

I felt like a super hero. I'd become the Martian's special diplomat of message and time-capsule tell of the communique concerning his nihilism/Machiavellian languages for Earth-capitalism or culture critique for private/distant/peaceful self-exile. The alien was to distance himself to curb his instinct to apply capitalism criticism in a violent/destroyer fashion, upon conferring with me and conceding I'd wielded the right-stuff ISS IQ for race-exchanges imagery for machinery and vanities agreements about the scope and scale of race views on ambition and comfort (wow). I decided to make a storyboard graphic to complement this time-capsule tell in which the human IQ of Earth was reflected with a wood-craft avatar, a robot doll-model, made completely of wood, possessing the same joint/head/body degrees-of-freedom of motion and twisting inherently symbolizing what makes organic/intelligent races of the (known!) universe an imprint of the value of both liberty...and endurance.

DIARY: "When/if I return to Earth as a citizen of permanent residence with the ISS as simply a journal for memoir(s), I shall reintegrate myself into the Western/Earthling TV-culture norms of Super Bowl TV-ads hyperbole storytelling and Planet Hollywood etc. image and social sciences flowery and recount that wood-robot doll Golem casting 'education' post-exchange with the Martian on the Space Station as some adjective for what's made Earthling ways facilitative of a field goal for all things (simply) crafted for the Ego."