Red Fiction: Martian Energizer

Story of holiday-season surprise and hospitality for an 'Earthling-returned-home' for American Homeland Selfie-culture jam.

An Xmas-story (fiction). Happy Thanksgiving! 

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After returning from an Earthling shuttle-trip from the Red Planet (Mars), I'd decided my Xmas-journey in my special home, surrounded by photos of my family and memories of friends and love would invoke in me special incomplete-distances readings to the cleats of Blue Planet consciousness (Facebook-like).

This was going to be a Red-Xmas for me, surrounded by red things and ornaments and balls and Netflix-downloads and maybe even billiards smiles in my basement and thorough-thoughts about Mars and why human life was consciousness for good-reading.

READER: Thanks for posting these thoughts about your red-color Xmas.

ME: Good reading, for sure, reader...including my red-damsel painting!

READER: Where'd you find this artwork (saloon/hospitality prototype)?

ME: Let's say someone gifted it to me...someone from Earth studio.

READER: Is the Blue Planet better for Xmas than the Red Planet?

ME: Selfie-like (sure!).

READER: So, you won a billiards challenge against an old astronaut-pal?

ME: Sure did; and it's a game that's filled my life with contest-adjective.

READER: You should've challenged a Martian to billiards, pal.

ME: Who says I met a Martian on Mars, reader?

READER: Well, hope your 'Red-Xmas' affords you Earth-return gratitude.

READER: Wait, did you just imply a Martian would want red-colored Xmas?

ME: Sure did, reader; I've surrounded my Earthling world with red-color.

READER: Goodness...me thinks you've become a disguised Earthling, alien!

ME: What're you babbling...that I traded-places with your Earth-man?

READER: You took the place of the astronaut to make posts in his name.

ME: Maybe you're speaking the truth, but I warn you to keep such secrets!

READER: Why?

ME: One must blend into any condition of adaptation (or evolution), pal.

READER: Damn (Facebook-like?).

The reader guessed right. The astronaut who landed on my Red-Planet (Mars), Mr. Amlan Satan, didn't return to Earth. I took his place, transforming myself with my Martian disguise-device to look like his twin and came back to Earth in his place and took his name/ID, while he stayed-behind on Mars to mingle with my alien family (ha). Now, I'm integrated into your 21st-Century Earth-realm of cyber-games and Selfie-image and capitalism mezzanines (wow).

Mr. Amlan Satan was quite a dashing Earthling-prince, full of pride for American space-travel to my Red-Planet; and I'm burying this secret tell in a time-capsule story in my backyard for your future-world archaeologists to make for 'discovery'...of the composition of your capitalism 'culture' fiction (Facebook-like). Happy Red-Xmas to all...and to all, a good knight.

"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)