No Fire Place: Prometheus

Alien franchise/series fanfiction portrait finds valiant space-soldier (Mr. Amlan Satan) finding 'examination' with a 1st-contact 'dragon' for Weyland-company timeline.

Alien fanfiction. Happy Summer weekend (thanks for reading!), 

----

====

Peter Weyland had found a great soldier for a timeless engagement with a contacted alien intelligence hiding behind Pluto, having entered by some method of speed/machinery and drawing Weyland's company interest for space-explorations post-construction of a great light-speed US-gov't ship called Dartmouth. This great space-trekker soldier, Mr. Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic of the American Homeland, immigrant/citizen, and Ivy-League educated, was the 'right-stuff' for the mission. Weyland considered it the inception phase of the contact saga potential with the unknown alien-being and called this inception Prometheus (reference to the magic of fire-discovery for human race 'social media').

WEYLAND: Nice vehicle for heroics and 'deeds' of America, Mr. Satan.

SATAN: Ha, I thought ice-hockey was my Summer-'25 plan, not aliens, sir (ha).

WEYLAND: You've nothing to fear with the laser-and-ice guns we've gifted ya.

SATAN: I'll do my best sir (with arms)...no alien can be too nihilistic or distant, no?

WEYLAND: Prometheus-inception may be great or dark, Satan...enjoy flight-art.

SATAN: I'll do my best, for the Weyland-company, of course...Dartmouth is fair.

WEYLAND: Cool...for Heaven (or Hell!).

The alien Mr. Satan encountered, a real dragon of the known universe, was purely malicious but also sharply intelligent. Hiding behind Pluto, it was 'greeted' by Amlan Satan's firing laser/ice gun(s) and fled with the lizard-like mobility afforded to it, most likely by the Devil himself. This was some predator wandering for game-challenge to measure evolutionary competition markings all over the known universe (damn). Amlan knew Prometheus-inception marked the American gov't posture for things of leviathan/uncertainty and made his human fire-placement stand against the dragon, named 'Xenomorph' (for flexibilities of adaptive speed), and then returned (safely!) to Earth for the ('official') Weyland journal(s) of Heaven/Hell (Facebook-like).

WEYLAND: We're in the inception-post smiles of things of human vanity, Satan, ok.

SATAN: Glad to be the new Earth Neil Armstrong (or something)...Green Arrow?

WEYLAND: You sure are comic-art material(s) for this alien-saga now, Satan (ok).

SATAN: This journal and study institution/building is a nice feather-bond for you!

WEYLAND: The Weyland-company shall become a Tower of Utopia for the football.

SATAN: Excellence, for darkness, Mr. Weyland...the Xenomorph shall be re-met.

WEYLAND: Selfie-like (for all things begin with undeniable money, if debate-cool).

SATAN: Sure...what's next...for evolution?

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

====

"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)