Invasion: The Jellyfish-Quotients

Alien invasion/challenge requires proportion of exacted awareness of things of division/disorientation management for salvation.

An invasion/sovereignty 'painting' featuring a comics-art like reference to nihilism-monstrosity, drawn from varied alien media/comics, which I hope you like, 

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The invader had arrived, and he boasted his humanoid-form and lion-like mane and stark-dark eyes of 'examination' of our Blue Planet logistics, intent on delivering his stern 'game theories' challenge as a nihilist, demanding some sportsmanship-windows language for our civilization fencing for rationale of manmade-woes, lest we become subjugated by his population mind-warping powers of telepathy. Someone had to find-ways to right bio-reaction to such a nihilist-challenge of 'games' of Blue Planet safety, but who would it be, and would it be someone who (simply) appreciated science-fiction 'machinery' for space and/or nihilism 'mechanics' for sport (for the Ego)?

The invader came in his own self-designed craft, a behemoth of a space-ship, now hovering about our Blue Planet atmosphere/orbit; and inside the invader sent his 'very-special' communications of the largeness and darkness of his 'game theories' of Blue Planet defense/fencing requirements, as we scrambled like ants hoping to streamline our records of science-fiction music with Blue Planet jardinieres of some 'game theories' reaction to such a machinery-invocative modern (Selfie age) 'confidence' for leviathan/uncertainty. Follow along, friends (Facebook-like!).

INVADER: We are now engaged in a class, a lab, a Colosseum of yours, for mind.

AMERICAN GOVERNMENT: Our cities of Blue Planet jars are aligned for response(s).

INVADER: Well, we find the 'right-stuff' cleats for your records of capitalist-walls?

AMERICAN GOVERNMENT: You propose some war-games model for arena languages.

INVADER: Why not...for a prologue to outright subjugation, should you wither/fail?

AMERICAN GOVERNMENT: We've a special chess-champion who's made game-arts.

INVADER: Aha, a diplomat of your Blue Planet for game-IQ in art of sovereignty?

AMERICAN GOVERNMENT: He's a Slovak-Algerian Bostonian immigrant/citizen, sir.

INVADER: What's his name, and what does he propose for your sovereignty-jar, pals?

AMERICAN GOVERNMENT: Some electric-neon lights-rimmed bike row/race, sir!

INVADER: Facebook-like (for city-traffic allegory?).

Friends, our citizen-diplomat 'wizard' for this Invader-response, Mr. Amlan Satan, found himself aligned as a very-special Slovak-Algerian Bostonian immigrant/citizen Catholic patriot of chess-education and (secret!) mastery of the board-game of strategy and rank-pieces and motions/shapes for decisions and arrays of offense-defense parallels for the (Earthling!) mind...Facebook-like. Satan (Amlan!) had proposed a simple 10-series games of chess preceding his own participation in that neon-light bike night-race in a highway-cleared American Homeland area where racers would represent the 'neurons' of the Invader's consciousness, like ants of capitalism's vases. Would it achieve the (required) end (Facebook-like)?

The invader was pleased. Amlan won 1/2 of the chess-games against the brilliant Invader; and then his participant-race as a skilled bike-racer in the American Homeland highway against varied 'diplomat-contestants' in the nihilism 'reflection' social game-theories modelization signaled our Blue Planet beings consciousness of things of sheer-speed and pitfalls-ellipse management (or awareness).

INVADER: Congrats, Prince Satan.

AMLAN: I'm no prince...just a patriot, sir.

INVADER: You've saved your world, fool!
AMLAN: Farewell...blood's work.

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

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)