Bros.-Cairo: Mummy Runways

A Story by Abishai100

Pals from Dartmouth make an adventure-line in a pyramid and may seek 'discovery' for male-Earthling humilities in 'measured' (ancient) distance.

An Egyptology fantasy.

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AMLAN: All these collections of Egyptology I 'own' invoke this mission to Cairo.

MARCUS: Excellence for mysteries in distances, pal; we're destined for discovery.

AMLAN: This is a high-sea adventure of telling; we return to America with gems.

MARCUS: Seems a good language-arts reading for links of culture and mechanics!

AMLAN: Hey, we might see some ghosts in a pyramid; bring back tall-tale paper.

MARCUS: Hieroglyphics cymbals, for civilization's dodecahedrons (for the Ego!).

AMLAN: Fine (Selfie-critics).

Amlan and Marcus, pals from Dartmouth, darted to Cairo in the summer of '23 for a high-art adventurism line to seek something extra credit 'fantastic' inside an Egypt-pyramid, given Amlan's fantasy-fascination with the design and mystery and superstitions and 'mechanics' of that ancient 'world' of intricate socialized dodecahedrons (for the Ego). Would they 'adapt' the incredible-image into something Facebook-like (for all)?

They got to Cairo and settled-into their hostel and then began driving around at night to interview citizens about their special account of the grandness of all the mystery/intrigue of the ancient world of pyramids, pharaohs, Pythagoras-inferences, and potions/poisons (mummies!). They learned from one random commenting Cairo-person that the curse/legend of the mummy involved a death-trap for interference/secrecy (sociological forbidden-zone!). This was a great tourism prologue for Amlan/Marcus, pals from Dartmouth (wow).

AMLAN: First, get the layout of one of the pyramids and make discovery-theories.

MARCUS: Triangles and dimensional structures for orientation-securities, no?

AMLAN: The idealized 'tomb' feeling for immortality for vertigo/diagonals, pal.

MARCUS: If there's a mummy-ghost, we determine the geometry of dark-light.

AMLAN: The mummy-ghost 'veiled' must be lurking in the lowest-pits/levels.

MARCUS: It's a giant stage, wow (for dodecahedrons).

AMLAN: Why'd you bring this vampire-weapon/defense case, man?
MARCUS: Secret hypothesis I held that a mummy was a 'cousin' of the vampire!

AMLAN: You want us to splash holy-water or throw a stake at a mummy-ghost?

MARCUS: Look, the 'mechanics' of that ancient 'cult' was akin to immortal-things.

AMLAN: Weird theory, man...but we'll entertain your 'child-world' hunch (fine).

MARCUS: Anything comes at us, we treat the demons/guardians like daredevils.

AMLAN: Ironically, it's something of an Earthling-doughnut psychology (ha).

MARCUS: Cool (thanx).

Geez, Marcus was right after all, for the two pals from Dartmouth got to the lowest-pits/levels of the pyramid, escorted by a lone/hired guide (Ali) and were shocked to disbelief when they beheld the visage-image 'aura' of a mummy-specter, a real ghost from the dark-side, who mumbled something about immortal-death. Marcus threw his 'blessed' stakes at the 'being' while Amlan splashed holy-water, until the mummy 'being' conceded the two pals from Dartmouth had the sufficiency-expression for simplified border-declination (hmmm).

It was in that low-level 'pits' of that haunted/fantastic Egyptian pyramid that found Amlan/Marcus, pals from Dartmouth, in a state of dual heroics/amazement and would invoke in them some special 'academic' expression for what made that ancient-world a 'thing' of aliens-and-discontinuity (wow).

WAITRESS: Your claim this cyber-game doll-angel (guardian) is your memento?

AMLAN/MARCUS: It defends us from the specters of ancient-Egypt dialysis.

WAITRESS: What's it?
AMLAN/MARCUS: Girl, to ward-off the gargoyles of immortal-death, angels call.

WAITRESS: That's rich, video-game figurines for male-superstition for dough.

AMLAN/MARCUS: Facebook-like, right (thanx)?

AMLAN: We've (already) a 'believer' of Earth, Marcus.

MARCUS: You marry her, and I'll date her sister/girlfriend, ok.

AMLAN: That was some miracle of male-order, Amlan.

MARCUS: I'm transformed.

AMLAN: I'm giving her a Facebook-poke (mortal-humility).

Amlan/Marcus returned to their modern (American Homeland) social-net hobbies, like Madden-tourney fun and casual Egypt-journal notation and dared to say they'd never (ever!) forget their miracle-of-pyramids (for Earthling 'field goal' dialysis).