Alien Note

A 'grand' engagement between dragon-aliens and rangers (on Earth) invokes a special 'metaphysics' for a 'pseudo-religious' examination concerning (real) woods.

A fanfiction of the iconic Western (American) sci-fi/horror franchise Alien. Happy Thanksgiving all, 

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Weyland's star-rangers were retreating for their timeshare in the Berkshires afforded by their extra credit laurels in space-fighting/exploration (Mars mostly) and engagements with the lethal dragon-like species known as the Xenomorph and had no way to predict the creatures of insectisoid and man-sized ravenous intelligence and acidic-composition (complete with claws!) would land on Earth for an Apocalypse-dare requiring quick remission of their New England vacation for the sake of more Realism in social photo-graphics (hmm).

WEYLAND: We're giving you a virtual-cyber field training-course at a hotel-haven.

RANGERS: We're to simulate fight-scenarios with laser-vision in the forest(s)?

WEYLAND: You said it; this hostel-haven for secret-training will prep your souls!

RANGERS: These Xenomorph 'dragons' are scurrying around the Pine-Barrens (NJ)?

WEYLAND: You said it; train and adapt for notes for consciousness and Earth-chess.

RANGERS: No sign (yet) of any negotiation-potential with these Martians/aliens?

WEYLAND: You said it; in deeds for Hell, the Xenos seek to become Lucifer's legion.

RANGERS: We'll prep our 'physics' in the case that the Xenos really hail from Infernos.

WEYLAND: Good (for social media).

The star-rangers, composed of recruited members of excellence in thought/fighting and perhaps even Earth 'race' representative-capacity, trained at the hostel-haven arranged by the Weyland company in the East Coast en-route to engagement with the Xenomorph 'dragons' lurking in the forests of the dense Pine-Barrens (NJ). The Rangers knew from their Mars-mission that these aliens of ravenous fury had little scope for 'friendship' but shouldn't be 'discounted' for varied agenda calculations, including (potential) co-existence peace 'sanity' for simple life-survival affirming 'safe-distance' (perhaps seeking a 'private' self-exile in the Earth's deep-ocean abyss!). The star-rangers, now thinking deeply about this woods-cause, decided that the Xenos, were they Lucifer's legion in disguise, hiding/veiled to create a 'direction' for human world dare/challenge, required a direct 'reaction' for the defense/sanctity of capitalism-civilization social media (net-activity) structure-culture (for the Ego).

RANGER: These guns are just like the units we trained with at the hotel (virtual).

RANGER: No surprise there, comrade; in fact, we Americans love video-game tech!

RANGER: Well, the Pine-Barrens mobilization requires a certain 'depth' in maturity.

RANGER: Ha, these Weyland guns look like toys; maybe Lucifer tempts our maturity!

RANGER: Not impossible; so we treat the Xenos/aliens as talk-for-materialism IQ.

RANGER: Shoot-to-kill (or stance for complete co-existence 'maturity' ideations).

RANGER: All for one, and one abyss-distance 'prayer' for Xeno-devils for our good.

RANGER: Good.

The first Xeno-sighting on Earth was near a tunnel-system in a factory/plant near New Jersey, during which the two poor 'witnesses' (friends since boyhood) were separated (forever) by mortality, as one of these 'Lucifer-dragons' bloody murdered one of the buddies, and now ripples grew about the 'agenda' of this Invasion of the Homeland, drawing Weyland/NASA concern for some social-media/society 'reaction' for simplified vanities-therapy (wow).

RANGER: These Pine-Barrens invoke that image of something from eerie fables.

RANGER: Maybe that's why Lucifer-Xenos would consider this 'ground' for hijack!

RANGER: Remember, we shoot or 'deliver' these IQ-beings with agenda to exile.

RANGER: Who said Weyland's not recruiting soldiers of storyboards (for our history)?

RANGER: No one...but remain humble/true and sane; gun-fire is control, not God.

RANGER: Excellence; we return-fire for the 'education' in race-exchange (for us).

RANGER: For us.

An artist's rendering of these deformed dragon-beings might invoke the star-rangers to conclude/theorize that Lucifer's rebel-angels were expelled from the heavens (by the archangel Michael) with a lancet-sword of fire that mutated the angels of vanity into crawling ravenous 'dishuman' forms of ravenous self-incrimination(s), and certainly, the Xenos exhibited all the 'nature' qualities of expelled 'angels' with an Apocalyptic taste for a real dare/challenge, given their rather 'stealth' like appearance reminding one of insect-like 'physiques' of (pure) leviathan-consciousness (wow). How'd the Weyland company figure to 'adapt' this contact into a social-media culture 'sanity' board for (simplified) human-accessible storytelling, you (maybe) ask?

RANGER: I'm throwing some fake gems I brought with me and making laser-fire.

RANGER: What's the trick here, comrade-ranger?
RANGER: Well, the Xenos scurry-round in the woods; they'll find this distraction.

RANGER: Aha, for vanity and pseudo-insult for blinding light-show, eh?

RANGER: Such a 'theater' would veil us to surround from perimeters, scattered.

RANGER: Draw in for intrigue and fire for message and enhance with exile-spirits?

RANGER: Cool notion; the archangel (Michael) would take 'note' of such valor.

RANGER: For Weyland's readings (in social media brevity for leviathan).

RANGER: Awesome; let's try it (for us).

The star-rangers pulled a rather magical miracle-act in the Pine-Barrens and managed to 'talk' with one of these 'dragons' from Mars and throw talk at it concerning a wise-eternal 'exile' existence to the Earth's deep-ocean abyss! Weyland congratulated the heroes, of course, and 'assured' them (now) that the memoirs of Xeno-dragons of the Inferno (for consciousness!) would inspire new forms of human-world storyboards and social media entertainment for fitness/reflection, but one of the Rangers wondered if this 'marketing' was the bread of leviathan itself. Would Lucifer's legion seek an (albeit incomplete) privacy for non-contact (or user-interface dollars)?

WEYLAND: Don't concern yourself, warrior, with these imageries of capitalism-chess!

RANGER: With due respect, this 'vision' of future-world 'confidence' marks an omen.

WEYLAND: Hey, all we know is these now abyss-dwelling (exiled!) aliens are Martian.

RANGER: What if they (really) are Lucifer's legion of the Inferno (after all)?

WEYLAND: You fulfilled your duty-free assignment in the Pine-Barrens; steer-clear.

RANGER: You say Weyland's investment in this Cali-science design vision is profit-IQ?

WEYLAND: Wouldn't God want Earth to become a 'domicile' for inventive games?

RANGER: I hope so...let's all hope so (for this 'miracle' concerned art-of-walls!).

The Ranger who 'unofficially' protested, Mr. Alanon, wondered if his return to Earth 'haven' lifestyle (for sanity/welfare) would (nicely!) include his restoration of personal/imaginative interest in Earth-world 'overground' everyday exchanges for storytelling and 'environmental' human conditions of Earth's bright-skies and night-psychiatry! Alanon wondered if the Xeno 'dragons' had somehow managed to (incompletely?) scar our 'race' sensibility of those distances...to manmade watches.

"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)