Ghosts of Jet Age

Journal-logged Mars mission mystery-tell (secret) of an Earth-astronaut who finds 'discovery' in contact-imagination drumsticks.

A science-fiction superstition yarn very-much inspired by the unusual lunar-explorations folklore film Apollo 18 (Gonzalez Lopez-Gallego). Thanks so much for reading (Happy Holidays), 

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JOURNAL ENTRY 1: "I know this has the good Earthling mark of all that'd become special mythos for outer-space IQ and vanities of regions of examination or exploration in our known universe, and I'd been cast as the lone traveler, sent to sort out or clean-up varied Blue Planet solar/system missions with folklore or controversy languages, offering great aspirations for future-time with this light-speed spaceship tech development affording us hyper-sleep facilitative travel to Mars, the Red Planet (Facebook-like)."

JOURNAL ENTRY 2: "The spaceship (Dartmouth) is cold and somber, and I find myself wandering through the halls seeking Selfie-age readings of incomplete-distances of leviathan/uncertainty in the astronaut consciousness perhaps for the Ego; I knew being the lone flyer to Mars for Earthlings would offer some sanity or cleats for varied negotiated imagery of multi-national profit indexes; meanwhile, I wondered if God and the Devil were rolling dice watching us ant-like humans make these ages for the angles of escape-from-Earth storyboards; the Dartmouth is cold and makes me pensive, and I wonder with some sporting superstition if some alien intelligence would challenge my Earthling sci-fi imagination (or intuition!) about what makes my capitalism race tech/toys jolly."

JOURNAL ENTRY 3: "I've landed (safely!) on the furious Red-Planet, and I began my trek for journal writes and photos, and I anticipate the very-best on this planet exploration for examinations and return-logs back for Earthlings (ha)...maybe the underground of Mars offers more than the dusty and vast overground terrain, and I think back on what my Earthling (Bostonian) girlfriend mentioned when I was still on Earth, concerning engaging with some female alien (Martian?) who might provoke or invoke in me some special 'consciousness' for what makes outer-space travel and Earth-life humilities simply a photo-art for field goals."

ALIEN: Does my visage concern you, Earth-man?
ME: Well, I wonder if you're a hiding Martian here or a Devil's angel (wow).

ALIEN: Maybe I am your nihilism-messenger of some brand, but I'm alien.

ME: Are you a native of Mars or hiding here to spy on us, alien?

ALIEN: As you see, I'm a female alien, Earth-man.

ME: I can sense that, alien...and I fear the worst but hope for the best!

ALIEN: I'm merely curious about Earth reaches for outer-space trek, ok?

ME: Sounds like fair for fare...but you mark me now as your diplomat?

ALIEN: Keep this half-secret and use journal words for a time-capsule IQ.

ME: I can do that...and maybe I'll count this as some Earth-IQ for profit.

ALIEN: Good luck...I hear there's (much) controversy in Earth-politics.

ME: Nah, the International Space Station was multi-cultural/diplomacy.

ALIEN: Farewell, Earthling (ha).

JOURNAL ENTRY 4: "Back home in the American Homeland (Earth), enjoying Notre Dame-TV with my girlfriend (Shelbye O'Hara)...thinkin' back on that (secret time-capsule tell) contact with that femme-alien hiding underground on Mars, perhaps to spy on Earthling mannerisms and vanities and aspirations (hmmm)...me thinks to count this 'examination' for cross-race contact IQ for image as either an omen or an invitation for capitalism's very-special arms and axes of unknowns...but I wonder if that alien was Mars-native or universe-trekking voyeur for our Earth-capitalism/TV-culture 'magnet' of simplified juice (for the Ego)."

"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)