Alien: Byte(s)

A Story by Abishai100

A Mars-mission yields a special 'revelation' for the 'links' between valor...and watches.

A fanfiction of Alien. Thanks for reading,

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WEYLAND: You're at our hostel-station (Wingate) for Roswell pre-Mars trip (IQ).

STAR_FORCE: We're the Company cyber-ad messagers for capitalist-chess, yeah?
WEYLAND: This will make for a Homeland (Earth) sovereignty IQ justified, heroes!

STAR_FORCE: This hostel-station (Wingate) got the charm(s) for a brain-train, ok.

WEYLAND: Cool (for social media and bureaucracy and infrastructures!).

Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica headed to Mars work for Weyland, the ambitious new space-exploration(s) company already planning a new mission with a recruit named Ellen Ripley. However, the Star_Force 'cyber-diplomacy' ad-mission to Mars would reciprocate with human exploration an intelligence-communique detected on Earth, apparently transmitted as some kind of 'dare' by some alien 'specter' which Weyland called the Xenomorph. Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica thought this 'mark' for cyber-ads would make Martian-storyboards a social-media citizenry-commentary high-five for bureaucracy (as expected!).

AMLAN: This fury Red-Planet is quite the domain for something unholy!

MARCUS: If this 'Xenomorph' talks, to complement the dare, it maybe is true evil.

EZZY: Sure; but we're to walk with acid-guns while seeking negotiation for Earth.

DANICA: Maybe this 'Xenomorph' is a dragon, or the Devil, with a dominion-chess.

AMLAN: Who cares...but if only for a computing exercise (or religion-test)?

MARCUS: Never under-value the otherness of IQ from unusual terrain.

EZZY: Right (for social media and infrastructure).

A 'dragon' is what they encountered on Mars, an insect-reptilian like leviathan with claws and acidic blood rendering it 'dangerous' to shoot, lest it spew some of its poison as it screamed! Well, Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica found out the hard-way, when Amlan was given an acid-spray on his cheek after shooting the Xenomorph in the left-leg with acid (wow). They scurried back onto their Weyland-vessel and returned to Earth with an 'archaeology-IQ' for what made first-contact an 'exercise' for humility (or vanity).

WEYLAND: Congrats...heroes!
STAR_FORCE: We're to offer some cyber-interior(s) mentalism for Mars-trip(s)?

WEYLAND: You shot the dragon...obviously hostility (IQ).

STAR_FORCE: The vessel got us back to Earth (safely)...for bureaucracy?

WEYLAND: You'll get a New England retirement-package as we seek future-contact.

STAR_FORCE: Amlan was sprayed in the face...remembered his Coronavirus-days.

WEYLAND: All things of youth...turned to the architect-mechanics, no?

STAR_FORCE: We simply seek a (funded) New England office (for cyber-ads).

WEYLAND: Fine (for infrastructures).

The Star-Force (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica) were afforded a lovely retirement view (New England) on a real-estate stretch ("River-Road") on which they'd recount their dark glory of shooting that Martian 'dragon' who may've been the Devil luring humanity to some challenge-game of wit(s) and intuition and casting Weyland to a race-contact saga of ends/means, but for the Star-Force this retirement was the right-stuff to remember any form for innocence-lost at the sight of the alien/leviathan (for social media perhaps!).

MARCUS: A journal for the logging of memories and private account, eh?
AMLAN: It's our sacred text keep for that Xenomorph-shot of Hell, friend.

EZZY: This will be a good complement to all the cyber-work we're doing.

DANICA: Weyland gets what he wants; we get this script-journal for therapy!

MARCUS: It's what is doc-friendly, ok.

Amlan and Ezzy visited a special New England computer/hardware store where they took-stock of the consumerism/lifestyle 'advancements' paralleling their human capitalism 'race' contact with the hiding-dragon on Mars (Xenomorph) and wondered if tech-IQ would be a reflection of the digits of evolution (for leviathan).

MARCUS: New England's got the skies for materialities and academic life, no?
DANICA: Excellence, for escapism and cultured-Earthling IQ, Marcus.

MARCUS: I doubt we'll transcend that hellish first-contact, hon.

DANICA: Let's just think of what we've now...the 'aura' for bread.

MARCUS: Photo-synthesis (sure).

AMLAN (Journal): "Recounting pre-Mars years, as a young medicine man (sage?) for Coronavirus-days of Homeland tribulation(s) and before the 'dragon' scarred my cheek, and when my mask of humility was a signpost or premonition of the eventual Star_Force heroics/deeds of a capitalism 'race' lead (for social media)."