Detective-Twin: Chicago Think

Fictional story of twins become detective/psycho and playing a Windy-City 'conscious game' of inner voices, pronounced theories.

A 'fun' crime-psyche noir. Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body and all images/references used herein comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/interpretation).

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: You won't convince everyone in Chicago your art's sanity!

MR. AJAY SATAN: Estranged twins, you and I, and I swear my doodle whispers.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Your masked campaign/claim for kills by ghost-voice is AI.

MR. AJAY SATAN: AI (Artificial Intelligence)...what's it?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You make media/TV sarcasm for fake inner-voice motive.

MR. AJAY SATAN: Artificial Intelligence?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: You know of my speak now, brother...Earth computer IQ.

MR. AJAY SATAN: You mock me by claiming bloody murder art is video-games.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Selfie-like (damn).

It's in Chicago we find two estranged brothers, Slovak-Algerian Catholic twins, immigrants/citizens of the American Homeland. They grew up hard and parted-ways, and Amlan became a detective (laws-man), and Ajay a psycho (crime-man). Ajay was on a vigilance paranoia streets psychosis spree, claiming his art urban terror paranoia doodle-avatar of inspiration, modeled after movies and video-games, was whispering to him as a ghost-angel to inspire him to become a god of darkness in Chicago (Facebook-like!).

Ajay's doodle-avatar, a crayon stick figure nonsense urban anarchy girl of street-walkings paranoia and bad sarcasm, who went unnamed, had become his inner-demon heard whispering to him, "Kill the policemen first, and then seek out the policewomen...all for my honor and field goals, bad-guy (haha)." On cyber-forums, Ajay talked (liberally now) about the 'theosophy' of schizophrenia, convinced his crayon-harlequin made the human soul see the dark-lines of jardinieres (Selfie-like).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I know it's you who performed that jewel-heist, brother.

MR. AJAY SATAN: It wasn't me (alone!), twin...it was my harlequin voice.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You need sex/change, twin (haha).

MR. AJAY SATAN: You won't catch me.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That sounds like cinema, brother.

MR. AJAY SATAN: You listen to the voice on TV, and I to my invoked deity!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Facebook-like?

Ajay committed suicide, having ingested some 'bad' absinthe (wow). His twin (Detective Amlan Satan) had him buried, in a hometown cemetery and had on his tombstone written, "Evaded the law and was buried to rest post-self death for a reflection of the American tragedy of consciousness lost/found."

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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