Amlan's Martian {Mystery, Chicago}

A curious sci-fi fan/writer may've stumbled upon a 'very' real Chicago/Homeland alien mystery/concept/conspiracy which may lead him to an American dream of handwriting.

A fun sci-fi yarn inspired by my love of The X-Files (Chris Cooper), which I hope you like, 

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Amlan Satan had been an avid-fan of sci-fi media and comics and had developed a seasons fascination with a theory that there'd be some alien-UFO sightings in the post-9/11 era since Martians might find some American Homeland 'curiosity' stirring social-media commentary about 'flying images' in the skies to complement this modern invasion-paranoia tied to anti-American terrorism. However, he'd no idea that he just might be spot-on with the truth.

A graduate of the Ivy-League, Amlan Satan had decided that he'd be the perfect science-fiction comics writer for online tales of Homeland superstitions and 'alien-fantasy' in this new millennium and connected with other like-minded fans of sci-fi entertainment and was rather happy-go-lucky in this social-media commentary vision of 'basic' alien storytelling to share with others in his beloved city of Chicago, the Windy-City.

AMLAN SATAN: I'd been driving through a cornfield one summer-night outside Chicago (Illinois) when I saw a government-copter with lights soaring above what looked like two glowing spherical plastic domes of some kind of lab-examination, and I had to take photos for this social-media 'speculations' post which I now intend to spin into some Homeland invasion conspiracy-tale tied to Ancient Egypt.

AMLAN SATAN: Then, some time later, I was in a summer-pool area by a fun summer-community where a special swimming and BBQ event was being hosted by a major media-sponsor at which a special 'lady' was present in a very outlandish insect-like large-man sized head-gear and body-armor, making her out to be some 'sci-fi movie leviathan' but I was shocked to realize (and only I seemed to notice) that her body-head gear of 'alien' realism was somehow (inexplicably I swear) attached to her human-flesh (organic) body; this was some species-mingling 'conspiracy' tied to those domes I saw in that cornfield below the government-copter; I'm sure now there's some new millennium diplomacy-veiling gesture designed to (someday) 'hospitably' send these creatures of human 'resemblance' (almost handsomeness!) to the ocean's abyss --- this is the subject (surely) of my new alien/Martian conspiracy story (online) of a real TV-shiny value.

Furiously fascinated, Mr. Satan decided to do some 'private' examinations of old media-presented alien-UFO/Martian reporting or sightings in the Windy-City and discovered a strange set of images of flying-discs above O'Hare (Airport!) and concluded these sightings were (inexplicably) tied to the alien-swimmer in the summer-community (BBQ) event and those domes in the cornfield. Something was (truly!) up...way up.

OFFICER STARLES: You never saw this 'alien-community costumed' pool-woman again?
AMLAN: Never again, officer Starles (lovely).

OFFICER STARLES: You made comments on social media, that you'd spin a novel?

AMLAN: Correct, officer; a lovely tale, and I hope you're (honestly) drawn into this.

OFFICER STARLES: Me thinks you've found a 'courtship' partner for a romance-tale.

AMLAN: I'm not insane or being emotional/overt; besides, you are beautiful.

OFFICER STARLES: I can 'join' you on this mission for a short-time, but I have to feel objective.

AMLAN: Alright; I'll post on social-media about the 'quality' of American policewomen!

OFFICER STARLES: Promise?

Well, Mr. Satan did indeed contribute this stranger tale in an adapted alien/Martian conspiracy-tale of Earth for a special Marvel comics 'fan-writing' contest and won a very cool prize called the Martian-H, and he'd wonder (to the end) if all his sightings and examinations really did reflect some Homeland consciousness regarding a human race 'conception' of all that had been/become an 'alien-invasion' or 'Martian-residency' vision shared by his own beloved government.

AMLAN: Will you marry me?
OFFICER STARLES: We've (certainly) fallen in love, darling.

AMLAN: This has been a great examination/adventure for us.

OFFICER STARLES: Your writing-award brought me station-laurels/respects, darling.

AMLAN: I wonder if they'll call us 'Starsky-and-Hutch' in the cyber-forums (now)!

OFFICER STARLES: Alright.

AMLAN: You can expect a wedding-gift of superstition-charms from me (now).

OFFICER STARLES: Alright!

If you believe in Amlan Satan's American tale, consider writing your own post-9/11 era Homeland superstitions-yarn about alien/Martian coexistence/invasion/presences which would stir a modern Western-culture social-media 'friendly' commentary about what makes life/habitation a 'thing' of natural curiosity --- that 'face' of adapted heaven (wow).

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