Exodus: Martian Weigh

A mild-mannered scientist/explorer engages with a dragon-alien from Mars and negotiates a settlement 'package' for (secret) Earth-residence invoking hell's bureaucracy.

An inventive alien-contact tale (coolly) drawing on concepts/imagery from that iconic sci-fi horror franchise of 'shocking' complexity, Alien. Hope you like, 

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Amlan Satan had become quite the Mass.-IT scholar of alien-intelligence and space-exploration(s) and was now thinking retirement following this final Mars-journey aboard the prestigious Sulaco for the dastardly Weyland Company which had in turns brought out the hero and the madman in him, and he hoped he'd finally engage with a dragon-alien 'Xenomorph' Martian-alien that would confer with him about politics/IQ rather than continue the 'routinely' known 'agenda' of direct laser-fire and acid-hell dragon-breath combat/battle tactics engagements. This sort of meditation had turned this space-warrior into something of a deep-thinker, and he wondered if his 'relationship' with these Martians Weyland 'aided' in discovery for him and other explorers/thinkers/warriors would somehow offer something more akin to Earth/American 'social-media' culture breadth concerning personality/conversation for everyday-life (hmm).

AMLAN: I agree to return to Mars in the Sulaco for my personal note(s) for addition.

WEYLAND: Sounds like a 'photo-graphics' friendly agenda, but we need info too.

AMLAN: I keep no secrets; let's just say I'll keep your armed-plan intact too.

WEYLAND: Don't go 'rogue' thinking these Martians are open to 'private' chat(s).

AMLAN: Do I look like Benedict Arnold, and since I don't, do I think defection(s)?

WEYLAND: We didn't accuse you of anything, and you're decorated; be careful!

AMLAN: Hey, I seek an Earth-return with more diplomacy-media photo-posts too.

WEYLAND: Good...for all we know these Xeno-aliens may be the Devil's legion.

AMLAN: Ha, 'veiled' as Martians to 'lure' humanity into an endless vanity for space.

WEYLAND: Sounds rather fantasy-like, but keep all corners in mind, Officer Satan.

AMLAN: Always...I stay 'sane' with our Earthling social-media/space-IQ agenda!

WEYLAND: Good...we need the photo-graphics for American net-photography.

Well, Amlan decided to turn a 'tad' astray and left-behind his human compatriots on the Sulaco return-trip to Mars for that dastardly-ambitious Weyland Company and seek a 'private' negotiation chamber/quarter with the dragon-aliens (these 'Xenomorph-Martians') who exhibited fight-prowess and malice-uncharted and mischief on bad scales, and incidentally, loved acid. However, what Amlan discovered was purely shocking, even for a deep-thinking 'philosophical' space-explorer/warrior who may've been (simply) 'weary' with simplified/crude race-battles (hmm).

AMLAN: A sketch of one of these dragon-Xenos makes me wonder if Weyland's right.

When he returned to Earth, Officer Satan opened his laptop and anticipated that high-frequency 'secret' signal he negotiated with one of the Xeno-Martians with whom he managed to (successfully) confer (in-private) to seek a negotiation-consciousness on-behalf of his human capitalism 'race' and (hopefully) determine an 'alternate' route to species-engagements, before disclosing the potential 'miracle' to the Weyland board(s). Well, the Xeno who consented to 'talking' to Amlan Satan promised he'd continue the 'signal-chat' from Earth through this home/bedroom laptop-cyber communications-channel that'd be opened-up (from Mars!) for a secret/coded conversation.

AMLAN: Well, this bedroom's primed for this Xeno-Martian chat of 'religious' art(s).

XENO (Alien): Read?

AMLAN: I can read (fine!).

XENO: Well, seems like we've consented to your 'proposition' for diplomacy (secret).

AMLAN: Only because it's a (deep) secret, right (haha)?

XENO: No time to waste...remain efficient/tight, human-officer.

AMLAN: Right-o...proceed, with the implications I 'hinted' on Mars (with you!).

XENO: Good; first thing is your 'chess' ideation of diplomacy based on IQ-alone.

AMLAN: Sounded like a 'faerie-tale' alternative to video-game hell-fighting?

XENO: Not necessarily; you're an excellent chess-player, Officer Satan (indeed).

AMLAN: So what's the blueprint for some journal-write(s)?

XENO: Jot we're 'considering' offers for Earth-coexistence, in your ocean-abyss.

AMLAN: Peaceful/eternal/isolationism?

XENO: Correct, should we determine your 'proposition' is handome/profitable.

AMLAN: No reason to 'doubt' any betrayal for paranoia, Martian?

XENO: Well...we'll consent to this 'coexistence' Rationalism, but there's a truth.

AMLAN: What's truth?

XENO: We're not really Martians, Officer Satan.

AMLAN: What's truth?
XENO: We're the Devil's army (from Hell, the Inferno).

AMLAN: Are you mocking me, Martian?

XENO: Weyland represents a history of Earthling ambitions, that your God hates!

AMLAN: So...you mean to hide in our ocean as God's exiles, should I prove IQ.

XENO: Don't breathe a word unless you determine if metrics are secured!

AMLAN: For what?
XENO: Let's just say Lucifer was promised by your God this ocean-sovereignty/exile.

AMLAN: God agreed mankind would 'wrought' this space-distance from you?

XENO: As long as one man proved some IQ for Rationalism and peace-intuition(s).

AMLAN: What's the draw for temptation here then, Devil?

XENO: You must determine if your sovereignty-accord (for our 'exodus') is clean.

AMLAN: What's truth?
XENO: If we determine your 'sportsmanship' offer is precisely 'chess' for IQ.

AMLAN: Without vanity or self-indulgence (or complaints for God's math)?

XENO: Precisely, Officer Satan; we'd be 'reaching' a special sportsman's-deal.

AMLAN: Intrigue-rich, and God affords me this 'humbling' challenge for study(?).

XENO: Surely; can you find some 'chess' diagram for a sovereignty-space IQ?

AMLAN: For you...I know of a college-basketball 'equivalence' image for fair-play.

XENO: Simply spin the diagram into a sovereignty 'journal-write' for Weyland.

AMLAN: And God tells the space-distance 'trophy' for an Earth-realm study.

XENO: Sounds like an 'examination' for evolution of education (no?).

AMLAN: Wow...hopefully this is (all) humility and not some Martian sentence!

XENO: You've nothing to lose...but some energy from the labors of science.

AMLAN: Let's see what happens (for our 'shared' leviathan-kingdom).

XENO: Good luck, Officer Satan (for mythology).

AMLAN: Cool; I'll be in prayer (for now).

"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)