Marvel at the Mice: Cyber-Thirds

A Story by Abishai100

Portrait of world-IQ for the fencing linked with cyber-capitalism, underworld, and good/bad folks drawn as jurors.

A dystopian fortune-IQ comics media inspired yarn for the new year of '25. Thanks for reading!

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I began making my special cyber-scrambling forceps for a computed motion of underground papers tied to conflict-zone gem exploitation work for algorithms of securities-virus imagery when I learned a Euro-banks student working as a librarian had become some sort of dark side antiheroine fashioned idealistically after a special Marvel character named Carol (Facebook-like).

My name's Amlan Satan, and this virus work with bank computing made me feel like an outlands-hero with modern cyber-wizardry fantasy likened to varied storyboards image appealing to the modern Earthling-nerdist appreciating the folds/topology of capitalism's digits (for the Ego). I thought I was a lone-worker in this type of infiltrations work for computing securities to subvert bad underworld gems investments for Western banks (Facebook-like).

This antiheroine making challenge to my works with computer virus subversion of conflict-zone gem extractions/communications/motions in the Western world, a librarian, chose to cast herself on the cyber-roadways as some siren of fortune-languages implosion, making light of how the infinity-grid of net-connected fortune digits was somehow not negotiable to forms of connections uncoiling (damn).

CAROL: I like books/marks, hero.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Well, me thinks you mark my library-selections of Utopia.

CAROL: Look, if you're some neo-hacker for capitalism fencing, I'm Selfie.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That's good, given these modern movie woes for gems!

CAROL: Maybe I'm not that siren posting about Obsidian you think!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Facebook-like.

That librarian was in deeds that self-titled Marvel inspired new face in the underworld, Carol; and I was sure she had to be considered some rival for me, given my nerdist-work with computing infiltrations for Western banks (insurance). Carol wanted to naysay the qualia of modern labyrinths of machinery-linked capitalism fencing, and I was suddenly cast as the party-pooper for computing shakes...for leviathan/uncertainty.