Talk Rx: A Martian Ellipse

Curious Martian-being (Endymion) inquires of our Earth-world 'IQ' and asks an American Homeland writer of the qualities of manmade complexity chase.

A Martian-inquiry portrait. Hope you like, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., Super Bowl) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' interpretation/criticism).

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Endymion had traveled through time and from the Red Planet (Mars) to engage with a special pensive writer who live in the Western world (American Homeland), Mr. Amlan Satan, who wrote about eco-capitalism, sports, ghosts, and superstitions and worried (sharply) about the troubles of civilization mezzanines, wanting to inquire of his special 'consciousness' concerning incomplete-arts of special advocacy of decisions in a universe of risk...and vanity (wow).

ENDYMION: Greetings, Earthling...I shall call you Hyperion (sci-fi reference!).

MR. SATAN: I like that Dan Simmions fantasy stuff...but what's yours?

ENDYMION: I've hacked into your email-portal for this (very secret) communication.

MR. SATAN: Your name?
ENDYMION: Call me Endymion, 'Hyperion' (Mr. Amlan Satan), ok?
MR. SATAN: What's this 'examination' for my personage, Martian-man?

ENDYMION: A cinema expression...of your conception of universe-cleats (for tales).

MR. SATAN: Cool (Facebook-like?).

ENDYMION: What're you working on, Hyperion ('Mr. Amlan Satan')?
AMLAN ('Hyperion'): I guess I wanted to write something about the religion of sports.

ENDYMION: What, like Super Bowl ads things, Hyperion (hmmm)?

AMLAN: Capitalism forks for TV-commentary culture of a couch-shared culture (IQ).

ENDYMION: Fortune superstitions for contests (war?) translation for athletics, eh?

AMLAN: Something like that...like win/loss vanities for civilization breathing (ok).

ENDYMION: You strike me as an Earthling with visage for sensitized worries, man!

AMLAN: I worry about all things...the frailty of civilization's self-complexity Hell.

ENDYMION: I found the right inquiry-man, Hyperion...for social media image (ha).

AMLAN: What's your inquiry?

ENDYMION: The universe is indeed one of frailty...our words for image are pillows.

AMLAN: Pillows?
ENDYMION: Sure...we rest on our brains for divisions between the self and society.
AMLAN: Deep thoughts by handy-brain for network shape arts, eh, Endymion?
ENDYMION: Without variance, there's vanities of illusions for certainty, Hyperion.

AMLAN: Facebook-like (I feel like this is some self-image fear transform lab).

ENDYMION: Maybe it is...Earthling mannequin-sanitariums (Selfie-like!).

AMLAN: Cool.

Endymion had intrigued 'Hyperion' (Mr. Amlan Satan) with this special capitalism-race consciousness inquiry concerning Amlan's own writings of superstitions and competition 'culture' IQ. There was indeed much frailty for variance in the known universe, and the spying Martian (Endymion) wanted to create a chat-diagram for what made Earthling sensitivity to decisions and risk one of pronounced real-world mezzanines worry (for pitfalls/chess). This was for solid fiction.

Amlan Satan decided to adapt this (secret) conversation into a special new story-write about incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of manmade sports symbolism for world-activity Rationalism. Why did humans make lavish productions for sports reflecting customs-for-peace (e.g., Euro-exhibition of American football teams/games)? Why did Earthlings, writers and politicians, frame world-risk 'IQ' as imagery for the brain's endless work? Was frailty a thing of Blue Planet redox (for all)?

"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)