Alien Board

Narrated account of an Earth-prince who studies civilization complexity and thinks like a 'James Bond' writer and must defy a Martian execution.

An 'Earth-analytics' journal-vignette inspired by K-PAX (Kevin Spacey). Enjoy, 

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I studied at Dartmouth/Seton-Hall before moving to Boston where I'd been living off some family-inheritance money while making cyber-journals and Christian shorts and visiting Harvard-Square for park-table chess with 'gypsies' and sharing Selfie-buzz with some new net-pals on social-media. My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm a fan of the cyber-energy on Earth.

While playing in the park with Harvard-Square chess-fans, I started to think about how stalemate-chess, a special condition in the historic piece-position motion game (a game of symmetry/diagonals strategy and decision-making of risk/prediction/formulation) involving a perfect parallel between opponents or tie/draw, symbolized a globalism-IQ regarding competition stability and predictive rivalry orientations for hypothetical elastic equilibrium (arguably reflected in Cold-War chess-media surrounding the USA-USSR Fischer-Spassky chess-champion match). I started thinking about how my Harvard-Square park-chess visits/play cast in me special 'daydreams' about wrought political levels in today's world of capitalist ambitions/fury.

I'd been privately spending some of my post-graduate amenity time to study a modern problem in the globe involving gem-piracy and 'blood-diamond' (conflict-zone mined gems by warlords partly to finance rogue terrorism) smugglers vehicles and began blogging online, as a concerned 'Earth-prince'/citizen about the dire need for substitution-asset evaluations linked to improved gem-insurance reports for media undoing the aura/power of corrupt investors in blood-diamond markets. I started thinking like a ninja about this capitalist 'issue' and why modern intelligence requires a special 'chess-ninja' infiltration into the underground of gem-piracy smugglers holdings.

Since 9/11, the human race had been on-edge about qualities in governance-controls and terrorism journals, and I made some 'cool' cyber-blogs about the nature of covert intelligence and 'fantastic' comics-tales of super-patriots contending with lethal adversaries of democratic civilization, during my time meditating/reading/blogging about the qualities of the human imagination, as a Christian-Catholic Algerian-American man of Boston and happy/proud US citizen of the new millennium.

My cyber-channel was hacked by a spying Martian named Endymion who found me a 'cool' secret chess-fan/aficionado and 'writer' of stalemate-chess significance/symbolism and wanted to challenge me to a stalemate-draw to warrant a sovereignty-diplomacy accord with him or a non-invasion policy, but only if I proved my 'human worth' in science-fiction curiosity and through stalemate-chess patience/acumen, which I miraculously managed to do, with a rook-bishop diagonal balance-act against the Martian's 'furious' queen-knight marches, perhaps because he was right about my 'mental fascination' with sci-fi stories about the 'dimensions' of alien consciousness, which requires a certain exposition imagination (ha).

The Martian explained he'd arrive at Harvard-Square to challenge me to the stalemate-dare disguised as a bearded 'sage' humanoid named Bill, and when he arrived, I recognized him and greeted him and proceeded to 'draw' that stalemate-excellence he demanded for the warranted 'safety/exemption' from Invasion by his species, with his macro-population mind-control abilities. Bill/Endymion explained he'd not use his mind-warp powers against me during the chess-match and this would be the only way to 'pardon' and save my species and allow it to return to its 'drama' life/activities like movie-downloads (in peace!).

ENDYMION: Why'd you believe I chose you, prince Amlan?
ME: Well...I imagine it's what you implied...that you like the way I conceive human world rationalism/chess.

ENDYMION: You're a 'good' blend of Ian Fleming and Bobby Fischer, I'd say!

ME: I managed to draw that stalemate-chess you demanded for sovereignty-contract.

ENDYMION: Yes; now I shall self-exile myself to the Earth's deep-ocean abyss as a peaceful (secret) resident.

ME: I suppose I should write that 'human race chess' novel about politics of civilization now, like Ian Fleming!

ENDYMION: I think you'd enjoy such an enterprise/ambition, and you should get married too, triumph-man.

This Martian Endymion, who greeted me in-person as the humanoid-disguised Harvard-Square chess-player named 'Bill' reminded me of a DC Comics antihero underworld mastermind, the strange and potent Ra's al Ghul, who challenges the iconic masked American city-vigilante of great pensive courage, Batman. Like Ra's, Bill/Endymion wielded the sort of chess-prowess arrogance/vanity required I suppose of a 'stranger' man invading the 'simpler' world of trafficked cities as an incendiary with thoughts of 'psyche-dissection' for an entire race. That's why I compared myself to Batman himself, as I used 'chess-IQ' to evade his 'prompt' for immediate Earth-race focus and drew him to that self-exile non-contact 'peace' residency status he'd only accept if chess satisfied (which it miraculously did!). I imagined I'd warded off the darkness of Bill/Endymion, an 'adversary' inciting man to more 'complexity' than it would afford given its own 'darkened' ledgers of civics-extremes (e.g., blood-diamonds), just as Batman would 'exorcise' the haunting 'Machiavellian' presence of Ra's al Ghul, a 'nemesis' portrayed in multiple kinds of DC-media/artworks.

After this triumph, I decided to purchase a baseball-figurine chess-set/board, on which I'd create synthetic models of great World Series matchups of powerhouses, rivals, underdogs, stars, repeat-teams, etc. I'd use these models to conceive of why/how the invader-incendiary Martian (Endymion) chose our human race and specifically me as potential 'challengers' to his darkly Machiavellian scheme to subjugate a species if it failed to meet any criterion-standard of perfectly diagrammed (or uniform!) social expression.

ENDYMION: I shall resign myself to the Earth-ocean abyss and erect my own deep-water dome-habitat now.

ME: Excellence; you should have a 'fine' isolationist experience down there, with our peace-compact, now.

ENDYMION: Seems we've both learned something about intrigue and spice, eh?
ME: Indeed; I'd been studying intrigue on Earth, and your offered 'spice' invokes 'extra' expressions.

ENDYMION: For example?
ME: Let's say, "Aliens shadow depth(s) of our race and offer 'challenges' of expression!"

ENDYMION: Fine; I'll have much intrigue-stimulation in the ocean-habitat (now) to pursue organic-readings.

That's my story-to-date, really. It's one of private scholarship, inherited fortune, wandering meditations, alien defiance, world-intrigue analysis, and chess-brilliance. It's one of 'pure' Earth distance(s)...and erudition egg!

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)