Nostradamus: Weyland_PhD

Portrait of human 'examination(s)' and alien-demon contact for an Earth-intelligence concerning (all) serious bureaucrats.

A 'cool' vignette-adaptation of the iconic sci-fi horror franchise Alien. Happy Holidays, WritersCafe! 

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DOC SHELTON: You're sure of this Martian engagement with dragons?

MR. SATAN (Amlan): Well, I'm a Catholic (by faith), and I needed a doc/shrink!

SHELTON: You 'think' this alien contact with Weyland Company was examination?

AMLAN: Well, doc, I believe I'm knowledgeable about devils and Martians (now).

SHELTON: Sure you're not being transference-emotive about movies/comics?

AMLAN: I do love video-games, but this isn't just a 'cinema' escapism 'claim' IQ.

Satan wasn't lying about his journey to Mars for the Weyland Company or his troop's engagement with a cave-dwelling 'dragon-alien' being of ravenous intelligence and wit(s) and requiring 'incomplete-distances' to race mobilization for survival and sanity. This 'dragon' had an elongated head and claws and required a human view of archaeological oddities, and only Mr. Satan thought this 'creature-being' may've been the Devil (Lucifer) himself 'veiled' as an other-worldly messenger of Earth-Invasion (terrorism) paranoia (for social media?).

Well, the troop of the Nostradamus (spaceship) mission to Mars for Weyland Company, an ambitious Western conglomerate formed after the cessation of the Eastern European war(s), which included Amlan and 10 other members, including Shelbye Daniels, Marcus Raki, and Thomas Koppler, were lucky to come out as a 'team-consciousness' survival messenger-unit after 5 of them were bloody-murdered by the dragon-being on Mars, with no name or communication-chess agenda. Amlan had been an (Interpol-relation?) covert-operations man of bank-storages swaps for insurance-commentary and world-journal writes concerning 'incomplete-distances' to currency (for social media consumerism/culture).

AMLAN: When we get out of this nightmare on geek-st., I'm playing video-games.

MARCUS: I 'doubt' this dragon on Mars cares about a cyber-relief for his honor(s).

AMLAN: I didn't say that, friend; but the only 'drink' for memory is cyber-fires.

MARCUS: I wouldn't have pegged you as a man of nerdism (video-games), Satan.

AMLAN: Who cares...after this examination in the freakishness of evolution?

MARCUS: Hey, maybe we're lucky, and this dragon is the Devil, for a simple test.

AMLAN: I don't want a B+ from Lucifer himself, Marcus.

MARCUS: Ha...keep firing (we'll get you back to your video-game station!).

DOC SHELTON: Is this doodle for/about me?

SATAN: Both, for the ideations of incomplete-distances to 'race' materialities.

SHELTON: An honor-image for what's the 'bread' of Earth's leviathan, eh?

SATAN: I like to think there's some form for Romanticism past Hell's kitchen.

SHELTON: Cool...for social media (bureaucracy).

Amlan and his surviving members of the Nostradamus were parked in a South Jersey hotel where he commuted from to get to his American doctor (psychiatrist Shelton) and tried to find some spiritual-comfort for 'conversing' his dark visions in some form without revealing confidential secrets about the possibility that the dragon-alien ('Xenomorph') they encountered on Mars was perhaps (possibly) the Devil himself. Why'd Lucifer want to 'trick' man into thinking of an agenda for Invasion (Earth) through some survival 'game' vanity for fitness/paranoia? Was this some 'gesture' of frailty itself? Amlan and Marcus, two newfound best-friends through the ordeal of 'war' on Mars, thought their Homeland hostel comfort-stay, during which they'd use WiFi to complete some 'enhancement' Weyland value-scoresheets/examinations (regarding Roswell, Mars, folk-religion, and 'social science') of 'human' reach. What would future archaeologists make of (all) this 'incomplete-distance' to manmade leviathans (for bureaucracy)?

"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)