Alien: Radian(s)

A mission to the Red Planet yields a 'dragon' notation of race/contact 'complications' requiring a consciousness view for what's (honestly) diet.

A 'bright' fanfiction of Alien. Happy Holidays! 

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WEYLAND: You're the Star-Force 'elite' for Red-Planet examination(s).

AMLAN: This mission precedes the Nostromo-one with Ellen Ripley?

WEYLAND: Correct; you'll aligned with 3 Star-Force patriots for social-media IQ.

AMLAN: Diplomacy for alien-communications detections for Martian origin(s).

WEYLAND: Correct; explorer-soldiery is your resume; alien's hostile or political.

AMLAN: Good for social media (commentary).

WEYLAND: Good.

The newly-established Weyland space-exploration company organized the special Star-Force unit of Red Planet visitors to detect an alien transmitting communications from there, detected on Earth. Amlan and Marcus and Ezzy and Danica composed the quartet of 'Star-Force' would-be heroes to determine the agenda/profile of the alien/race creating non-Earth intrigue (for vanities perhaps). This was to be photo-synthesis in Earth-culture ideations of the talent/consciousness of exploration for first-contact, and Star-Force was composed of sectors of Homeland (American) society with great 'intuition' for the 'ninja' acumen required for any (serious) bureaucracy and/or war-readings (for social media IQ!).

WEYLAND: You saw a dragon.

AMLAN: It was an insect-dragon like 'specter' of hellish proportion, and acidic too.

WEYLAND: Acid.

AMLAN: Explosive/acidic saliva, and from hell; we ran around its cave-maze.

WEYLAND: Some kind of dare, for contact-consciousness (wow).

AMLAN: Danica was decapitated.

WEYLAND: Geez.

AMLAN: I request a Swiss-cheese retirement for lifestyle-sanity restoration(s).

WEYLAND: We'll keep your calm-trauma outlook secret for Nostromo-plans.

AMLAN: I 'doubt' this dragon-race contact yields (more) insight outside evil!

WEYLAND: Your notes have been filed, Amlan; we're adapting some Earth-media.

AMLAN: What, like comics and video-games, with this 'dragon' from Inferno?

WEYLAND: Don't worry about it; you did your duty; 3/4 Star-Force survive (ok).

AMLAN: Wel, good luck to Ripley (then); I might become a comics-artist (private).

WEYLAND: Cool (social media).

Poor calm Amlan retired to Zurich where he made 'toast' for his miracle-return with a mod world-exchange 'reflective' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s) to restore his sanity and calm his spirit(s) and simply pray (really) that his encounter on Mars wasn't any (real) 'premonition' for some drawn 'saga' of human-dragon contact yielding nothing more than simplified survivalism vanities (for Weyland!). Was this the 'bread' of leviathan Amlan dreamt when he wanted to become an explorer-soldier for 'Earthling hospitality-readings' of sincerely straight dogma (for social media)?

JOURNAL: Running the maze in 2+2 teamwork yielded 3/4 success and football escapism for retirement for lifestyle-balances and luchi-bread (and private-art) dodecahedrons.

"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)