Alien: Jar Milk Wednesday

Valiant twins (brothers) for a Weyland trip-to-Mars encounter a 'dragon' game and find personals-humility for the 'qualia' of first-contact with pure evil (for dogma).

Alien fanfiction. Happy Autumn-'25, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no commercial/explicit ties to the referenced franchise of inspiration and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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WEYLAND: You've become quite the dandy media-friendly recruit for dark mission.

BROS.-SATAN: We concur we're psyche-contoured twins (brothers) for space/Hell!

WEYLAND: Our space exploration company sends you to a dangerous outreach, ok.

BROS.-SATAN: We're trained and prepped for use of laser-sonic guns for vertigo!

WEYLAND: We've received IQ-communication from a mysterious alien hiding.

BROS.-SATAN: Is this 'dragon' friendly or mischievous, for our media-face, huh?

WEYLAND: We recruited you two, Amlan and Ajay, for prep for just anything, ok.

BROS.-SATAN: Eager to bring back to Earth some report for journals of vertigo.

WEYLAND: Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell).

When the Brothers-Satan were shot into space aboard Dartmouth, for a Weyland-Co. vanity worth its weight in alien race first-contact storytelling, they were not prepared, ironically/honestly for contact with a 'dragon' (literally); but that's just what happened, friends (Selfie-like). Amlan and Ajay, twins (brothers), armed with the latest in war-tech, laser-sonic guns for heat/audio disorientation, had to run through a red alien (named 'Xenomorph') underground planet (Mars) 'labyrinth' in what was (basically/simply) a survival game for the Ego (wow). They both returned home safely (wow)...and reported their first human race contact with this 'dragon' (for leviathan/uncertainty).

WEYLAND: Congrats, brothers (ok).

BROS.-SATAN: We've become celebrity matter?

WEYLAND: Our space company of capitalist thought now develop video-games.

BROS.-SATAN: With us as its 'brother-twin soldier replica' heroes, huh?

WEYLAND: You said it (Facebook-like).

BROS.-SATAN: What of this red Xenomorph for future adaptation journals, huh?
WEYLAND: We've outlined a series of media journals/interviews for you brothers.

BROS.-SATAN: Was this a triumph or a horror-prologue for future contests (Hell)?

WEYLAND: We remain uncertain...but your use of guns (for escape) was fabulous.

BROS.-SATAN: Thanx (Selfie-like).

AMLAN: Did you believe all the hype?
AJAY: Brother, I'm certain (now) that the Company wants this all ad-friendly, ok.

AMLAN: Why us, brother?
AJAY: We were expendable despite our 'extra credit' skills for twins stories (art).

AMLAN: What of that 'dragon' hiding beneath Mars (red-Xenomorph), brother?

AJAY: Let's just believe (now) Weyland has become a message-image for Hell.

AMLAN: At least we returned safe and completed that game 'challenge' for Hell.

AJAY: Sure; and I'm uncertain if I'm envious for our successors to get trophies.

AMLAN: Facebook-like.

"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)