Firehouse Chess: Decade-II

The tale of Boston fireman Satan continues in this 2nd-decade of his 'service' in New England and the qualities of 'human' empire.

I really like the way that Firehouse Chess story turned out, so this is a sequel. Thanks for reading, 

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So, now we find Amlan Satan, our beloved fireman of Boston, married and settled with his darling Jackie and raising a son together in New England (Damian) and teaching his son the 'quality' of stalemate-chess academics. He still has this 'fantastic' baseball-figurine chess-set/board which he uses to create parallax re-presentations of number-theory 'energized' Series games (e.g., 1990 Game 2 - A's/Reds).

Of course, now 'fireman-Amlan' is older/wiser and is a senior respected 'man' of the iconic and now better-funded Boston Fire Station (New England), and he's a married-man and he still loves cyber-chess and he's taken on a younger protege, an aspiring fireman-hero who also happens to be a big fan of Selfie-IQ jokes (like his mentor)!

AMLAN SATAN: Jake, I'll teach you about the quality of this work/service; you've gotta think like fire and work like an adult.

JAKE: Lots of city expectations, right?

SATAN: Constant; we want the right tone(s) out there for improved finance(s)/investors to continue to journal our station.

JAKE: That's cool, sir.

Of course, Jake had been lucky to have a 'cool' and chess-wise/learned Boston fireman-mentor (Amlan Satan), but his compatriots were not in total number as fortunate, since one of his college-pals was killed in a brutal warehouse arson incident, forcing Satan to make a cyber-message about the 'nature' of modern Western-world 'human' (or alien!) distance(s)...to eternity!

JACKIE: I still love you.

AMLAN: Of course!

JACKIE: Damian loves that baseball-chess toy.

AMLAN: It's no toy, honey-bee...he's going to be a famous chess-master someday (like Bobby Fischer); he'll marry an artist!

Once more, the 'stranger' being who hacked into Amlan Satan's cyber-channels so many years before now returned to communique with this Earth-prince come older/wiser. The cyber-message regarded his 'confirmation' equivalence that in fact his Earth deep-ocean abyss self-exile afforded by the 'excellence' in stalemate-chess compact with Satan was going through without any hitch or deformity and that he'd no intention to violate the chess-cup with Amlan the Bostonian and in fact hoped he'd continue his fanfare of chess without calculation(s) of 'science-fiction' risk(s)...for eternity!

JOURNAL: Learning about the layers of society-consciousness affords a fireman the 'quality' of Earth's dominion-control(s).

JACKIE: They gave you a wonder-briefcase as some kind of service-years log acknowledgement/congrats?
AMLAN: Yeah.

JACKIE: What did Jake think?
AMLAN: He told me he remembered his fallen brother and about how my 'laurels' energized his 'juvenile' envious eyes!

JACKIE: Sounds like you two hit-it-off rather nicely as fire-station mentor/protege, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: Of course!

Thus ends the story of the second decade of Amlan Satan's role as a now-developed New England fireman of heroics and romance. The work of fireman is quite dangerous, in reality, and their tales/tribulations and our interest(s) in them re-presents our 'American' dough for 'equal' chess...and extra credit.

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)