ID-Change (Fiction)

Adaptation of the searing/sensitive Robert Ludlum story about memory-and-jars for 'IQ' (adapted into two special films).

The Bourne Identity (Robert Ludlum) adaptation/fanfiction, adapted actually already into two character-rich films (starring Richard Chamberlain, Matt Damon). Happy Holidays (thanks for reading!), 

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PSYCHIATRIST: You claim you've senses of some spy/thief pre-life deeds?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I found a Chicago baseball card in my hotel-desk, doc.

PSYCHIATRIST: How long will you be in Haddonfield and then to Brussels?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Found note in my hotel-desk reminding me to go there.

PSYCHIATRIST: Local therapy seeker for memory-loss and career-woes?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That's it, isn't it...identity's adjectives for Selfie-IQ.

PSYCHIATRIST: Ha, maybe there's some friend waiting for you somewhere.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Yes, yes, maybe someone in Haddonfield, to Belgium!

PSYCHIATRIST: How do you feel, I mean, about finding/negotiating risk?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: It's sort of exciting, but I fear the worst (Facebook!).

PSYCHIATRIST: Good luck, Mr. Satan (Selfie-like).

Amlan didn't know what to make of a special Windy-City sports card he found in his hotel desk-drawer post-accident and memory-loss. He also didn't know what to think of the note he found in his own handwriting directing him to Haddonfield (USA) and then to Brussels (Belgium)...but he did believe his psychiatrist who suggested someone would meet him to direct his next-move (hmmm). He didn't like not understanding who he was, pre-amnesia, but the clues for decisions made his life feel ironically exciting, so he didn't hesitate to follow the clues all the way to some resolution for the Ego (ha).

In Brussels, the protagonist amnesiac of this tale was greeted/courted by a Ukraine officer who moved to Belgium during the Invasion-War, and whom Amlan Satan was led to by his 'friend' who greeted him in Haddonfield (America) before he was indirectly directed to Europe (hmmm). The Euro-officer, Elka, insisted he was some kind of conflict-zone gems smugglers-zone operationalist for a schemed box-securities insurance journals 'deed' for Interpol-relation eye (wow). He decided to make Elka his mock-hostage for a theatrical heist-infiltration act (Facebook-like!).

ELKA: You want me to keep this treasure piece?
AMLAN: Would you believe I found this (Ion-co.) replica in my hotel?

ELKA: It doesn't matter who you (actually) are to me...I'm in love too.

AMLAN: Good, and it's why we'll retire in Brussels and open a waffle-dive!

ELKA: With the money you've acquired through your notes-driven exchanges?

AMLAN: It's an Earth- of strangers; who's to say this isn't a life of chance?
ELKA: Love for invented memory, Amlan Satan?

AMLAN: Love's the best chance at Empire (surely)...take the ring as proposal.

ELKA: Fair for fare (thanx).

BANK MANAGER: The thief (or spy or agent or insider?) left notes/doodles.

INTERPOL: Escaped with the 'mock' hostage through the restroom-window?

BANK MANAGER: Maybe Ion-co. staged its own insurance-deed for eco-image!

INTERPOL: We're sure blood-gems work was some possible rival-co. act now.

BANK MANAGER: This art-doodle the mystery-man left...it's from Princeton.

INTERPOL: Aha, Facebook-like (thanx).

Was the protagonist Earthling 'prince' of this dark faerie-tale a thief or a spy or unwitting treasure-islands 'witness' of all things modern and worrisome for the Ego? What do you think? Amlan and Elka opened that waffle-dive in Brussels and enjoyed their new life (together!). However, sadly, he never did (fully) piece-together who he was, pre-amnesia. Then again, such a consideration maybe is the subject of a different Earthling matter altogether...something for alien juice (of leviathan/uncertainty).

"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)