Snatch: Earthling Queries of Crazies

Adaptation of the searing (sci-fi) Jack Finney work about incomplete-survival 'image' and alien-spore theater, adapted into multiple quality films of course.

The Body Snatchers (Jack Finney) adaptation for those Homeland chorus superstitions. Happy Holidays! 

DISCLAIMER: This work of adaptation-fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced work/story of inspiration and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' translations/views).

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AMLAN: I like science-fiction as much as the next-American, but this is Hell!

MARCUS: We're good journal-men, and we're to inquire of this lunar-probe.

AMLAN: A stranger spore body finding way into the Homeland via the moon?

MARCUS: Strange tidings and reports of the spores becoming humans, pal.

AMLAN: And the humans they're 'becoming' are vanishing by personality.

MARCUS: The spores are alien 'beings' taking-over the consciousness of us.

AMLAN: So, colonize our capitalism race with paranoia about land/citizens?

MARCUS: Look, remain the skeptic for our journal-word, but we're heroes!

AMLAN: If we weren't pals from Dartmouth, I'd doubt this is Facebook-like.

MARCUS: Good.

The city was transformed, where Amlan and Marcus, our protagonist 'antiheroes' (American citizens!), worked as journal-men for heroics and image. The lunar mission by American space-men led to a return-trip of an infected (American) shuttle with strange spores escaping from the vessel like flying insects and crawling into the American Homeland city. Within one year, there were reports (chatter) in the streets the spores were becoming human-like in appearance, with complete body-parts and limbs and resembling actual American citizens. These 'citizens' were then claimed to be impostors by their coworkers and neighbors, insisting the 'real-people' were vanished (swallowed-up!) by the spore-aliens. The theory of Marcus was that the spore aliens were colonizing our Earth-population by inhabiting or 'snatching' Americans' identities/bodies and becoming humanoids, post-burning of the humans they claimed to have become (damn). This was bad photo-synthesis (for the Ego).

EZZY: I feel like the lone survivor of this city-Hell mess, gents.

AMLAN/MARCUS: We'd not doubt you're not a human, not an impostor (ha).

EZZY: Thanks for your gentle-confidence, gents...I've always liked journals.

AMLAN/MARCUS: American journalism is (rarely) good.

EZZY: It's a folk/plural America/Earth, and I've become your damsel, eh?

AMLAN/MARCUS: These spore-humanoids band together to defend, Ezzy.

EZZY: So...you anticipate one Saturday to find me as a traitor-alien being.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Keep our minds open in this dark and bizarre crusade, ok.

EZZY: Cool (Facebook-like).

It was too late for Ezzy, the tragic 'damsel' of this darker (alien) faerie-tale.

You see, she was swallowed by the spore-aliens and the alien inhabiting her 'consciousness' had become a lifelike resemblance of the American heroine; and Amlan/Marcus immediately noticed it, since the 'new' Ezzy was much more somber and pensive. They knew then that Marcus wasn't incorrect. The official gov't report was that the spores simply vanished into the city-sewers, but Amlan/Marcus knew that when their Homeland city started growing eerie moss alongside building bricks, the spores represented the colonization 'intelligence' they were paranoid about in the 21st-Century (damn).

AMLAN: You loved Ezzy, no?

MARCUS: This is not a time for Romanticism, ok?

AMLAN: You can cry, can't you?

MARCUS: Thanks for (finally) believing me, Amlan pal.

AMLAN: I recount our college-days gazing at football cheerleaders, pal.

MARCUS: Things have changed...Earth's a chore (now)...we stay humble.

AMLAN: At least we can trust each other on Earth (ha).

MARCUS: Facebook-like (ok).

Amlan and Marcus were enjoying a Saturday brunch of Vietnamese Pho (noodles-soup) at their Homeland city exotic dive and negotiating how they'd endure the 'intelligence' of persisting on a Blue-Planet in which it was now (suddenly!) conceivable that any given American citizen walking on the street by them would somehow be...an alien (even on Facebook!). Wasn't this an American nightmare (for television)?

"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)