Ravenous (Sierra-Alien)

A Red-Xenomorph alien hides his ship in the Grand-Canyon and confers with a human working-man camping in the Sierras about civilization-detention.

A species-contemplation inspired by the humanism film Ravenous (Guy Pearce) and featuring the sci-fi creature known as Red-Xenomorph (Alien). Enjoy (and thanks for reading!), 

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An alien spaceship crash-landed in the Grand Canyon (Arizona) and hid itself using an invisibility cloaking device as the alien on-board, a fierce insect-dragon 'being' known as Red-Xenomorph crawled out and decided to trek to the Sierras, using the same-old invisibility-cloaking device/power it/he knew how to use, leaving his spaceship in the Canyon until his return.

ALIEN: I'll leave my abandoned craft hidden in the canyon, and I'll get back to it, certain no 'fool' will snoop around in it now.

Deep in the amazing Sierras, Amlan Satan, an Interpol-office(s) relations infiltrations-operationalist was vacationing and camping in the snowy peaks and valleys and generally enjoying himself and reading The Education of Henry Adams.

ALIEN: Can you tell me why I'm here, fair-human (on Earth!) now?

SATAN (Amlan): What the hell are you?
ALIEN: I resemble an 'insect-dragon' (as you see), but I've been creeping around invisibly.
SATAN: Why'd you make yourself known to me now?

ALIEN: Well, I wanted to see if you'd offer me a spiritual compass of sorts!
SATAN: Oh, well, I dunno what I may offer you, outside more 'formal' gov't-relation(s)?

ALIEN: Yes, sure, but I noted your reading of an 'iconic' civilization novel (Henry Adams).
SATAN: Right...I'm on vacation and otherwise do some civilization-IQ work and took this read-opp.

ALIEN: What's your name, fair-human?
SATAN: Amlan Satan...I can't help but think you've no name to present to me (only a general visage!).

ALIEN: You've guessed wisely...though I seek your earnest 'human' counsel here in the grand snowy Sierras.
SATAN: What'd you want to know (from me)?

ALIEN: Well, Amlan...you're reading something rather pensive and felt curious about your stance on existence!
SATAN: I suppose that's 'appropriate' given your 'alien-residential' status on Earth now, eh?

ALIEN: Ha...that's right, fair-human (Amlan Satan).
SATAN: I suppose that's within conception...well, 'Mr. Alien' (for lack of better terms), I'm a man of duty really.

ALIEN: What if I told you I'd been contemplating colonizing or settling in your planet/civilization?
SATAN: Not certain what an Invasion-colonization would warrant, since our species/civilization is 'quite' sovereign!

ALIEN: I'd concede that...sovereign imaginations (Facebook, Harvard, Lockheed-Martin, Microsoft, Nickelodeon).
SATAN: You've been 'studying' our world then, Mr. Alien?

ALIEN: I have Amlan Satan...I'm fascinated by the contours of what comprises human value (to you as well).
SATAN: You'd like my 'view(s)' on civilization value and logic!

ALIEN: Precisely, but I've nothing to reciprocate for diplomacy here/now.
SATAN: What can I say...I can inform you our world is quite 'ripe' with self-contained capitalism activity/challenge.

ALIEN: Right; well, I just might take-up permanent 'residence-status' on Earth as an ocean-abyss dwelling isolated exile!
SATAN: That sounds simply...plausible/feasible, Mr. Alien.

ALIEN: Very cool; much can be 'wrought' in the mind-spirit in the snowy and breath-heavy Sierras, no?
SATAN: I agree, Mr. Alien, but I can't help think your 'visage' (insect-dragon) 'requires' a sort of frozen awe.

ALIEN: Don't fear my visage...I mean only to engage your wits before my isolationist-exile.
SATAN: No Invasion-colonization then?

ALIEN: Perhaps...no!

The 'cool' if eerie Red-Xenomorph alien chatted for hours and hours with the Sierras-camping working-man Amlan Satan and came-to-terms with this intelligent human-man's sense(s) of wonder/analytics regarding civilization-IQ and capitalism maze(s) and general socialized governance imaginations. He discovered from Amlan that an average man-of-duty on Earth was a sort of 'messenger' of the practical utility of society's functionalism on Earth and that the 'fair-human' was persuading him away from colonization-invasion and towards simple contemplative Earth-ocean abyss isolationist-exile and started becoming more fascinated by Earth-life ways and social activity/media (e.g., Hollywood, Facebook).

ALIEN: So, it seems to me, from our fair-exchange, Mr. Satan, that your world is quite defined!
SATAN (Amlan): Yes, Mr. Alien, and I'd advise an intellectual non-invasion policy for preferred peaceful exile.
ALIEN: I can indeed live as a peaceful self-quarantined exile in the ocean-abyss and find my works of interest!
SATAN: Good...wondering what more you'd like to know from our exchange here in the cool Sierras then.

ALIEN: Well, I mean, do you like women and marriage?
SATAN: I've a mermaid-girlfriend tied to Salk (research-scientist) and consider her my little muse.

ALIEN: That's cool...it must be daunting performing gov't-work and intelligentsia labors without love?
SATAN: I've romance in my life and I find inspiration from off-work activities and American television!

ALIEN: I don't suppose you're an 'avid-fan' of chess-play, Amlan Satan?
SATAN: Indeed I am...in fact, I'm quite an 'avid' chess-player (Facebook)!

ALIEN: I'd have liked to play you, but alas, must consider this fortuitous self-imposed ocean-abyss exile (soon)!
SATAN: That's alright; chess makes one think of the duty of civilization governance and strategy, no?

ALIEN: That it does...translating chess into life/society is the real 'trick' of the game of mentalism.
SATAN: That's an interesting statement, Mr. Alien; wondering what you'd be enjoying in the Abyss.

ALIEN: I'll 'tune-into' Facebook and American news on computerized signals-devices in my craft down there!
SATAN: Excellent...I suppose you'd know I'll be dreaming of a more 'romantic' life with my mermaid-girl.

ALIEN: I count on such 'equal' success from my first real contacted diplomat of Earth's special dialogue.
SATAN: Yeah...her name's Shelbye.

ALIEN: A 'fair' mermaid, eh?

The Red-Xenomorph alien, content with his evaluation(s) of human civilization-IQ and methodology, retreated as told in the deep ocean abyss as a self-imposed exile of private intellectual behavior, and Amlan Satan returned to California and reunited with his girlfriend (Shelbye the mermaid!) and wanted to meet with a gov't-officer about his immaculate contact which inspired in him great thoughts about Earth-intellect monuments and achievement.

OFFICER: That's quite a story, Amlan.
SATAN: Success!
OFFICER: Well...I doubt any 'human' will believe you now.
SATAN: That 'Xenomorph' lives down there in the ocean as an invisible exile, sir.
OFFICER: We'll just have to take your honest-word for it, yeah?
SATAN: Yes, sir.
OFFICER: Fine...we'll consider your effortful report(s) and proceed accordingly.
SATAN: I'll go home and unwind with Netflix, then.

OFFICER: Good!

AMLAN: I'm going to pour into some of my Friends of Humanity comics stories, darling.

SHELBYE: You must've endured something 'unusual' in the snow/ice up there, Satan.

AMLAN: I did...my comics will soothe the shaky mind given to me by that alien up there!

SHELBYE: Sounds...grounding!

AMLAN: You're such a psychiatrist.

DIARY ENTRY: I wonder (honestly/sincerely) if that 'fair-exchange' in the Sierras has borne in my spirit the sense(s) of gov't.

The alien never again returned above sea-level but would delight in the remembrance(s) with Amlan Satan (Sierras) as his first-contact experience and experiment in the natural wonder(s) of new-civilization engagement and the intrigue linked to species-conferences with notions of 'real' democracy.

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