Alien: Braille

A Story by Abishai100

A Mars-mission yields dark-contact with a 'red-dragon' specter requiring incomplete-distances...to (acidic) direction for land-books.

A 'dark' fanfiction of Alien. Happy Holidays,

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced franchise and is therefore a purely 'personal' expression of creative imaging (for 'open' language).

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Earth-realm was one of capitalist-invention and high-ambitions, which included the double-arm(s) works of the newly-established Weyland company, investing in both a Mars-mission and home commerce-asset (insurance) circulations journals, which raised this 'Babel-Tower' as something of a capitalism-leviathan, which nevertheless managed to recruit a Homeland-4 unit of 'Star-Force' soldiery-heroes, a 'cross-section' of American citizenry (immigrants/citizens/natives/male-female) to investigate an intelligence-communication signal with a potential 'dare' challenge for race/contact philosophy and potentially 'spelling-out' a Weyland treasure-marketing 'agenda' and bank-storages 'personnel' ahead of yet another proposed mission on a vessel (being designed) called the Nostromo.

AMLAN: We're first-contact Weyland 'grunts' for this Martian-exchange (from Hell?).

EZZY: We're 'nerdists' of pre-Nostromo flight-chess for Weyland-IQ for social-media.

MARCUS: Recruited from varied 'sectors' of Homeland duties, including ice-stations.

DANICA: Amlan's the 'ice-station zebrahead' in this citizenry-composition for God.

AMLAN: Sounds like 'positive' Facebook-equivalent type materialism (no?).

EZZY: Let's hope that's (absolutely) true/correct, Amlan.

Well, the Star-Force heroes were sent to Mars on a prototype-vessel ahead of the proposed Nostromo mission and included this 'fantastic' cross-section of Western civilization read soldiery-types, Aman/Ezzy/Marcus/Danica, who'd never dreamt of going to Mars and were 'conveniently' trained in the use of acid-guns (Weyland-design) after being drawn from varied 'sectors' of American services/duties, with Ezzy being the lone armed-forces person. When they got to Mars, they were told their sole-objective was to investigate if a possible 'alien-intelligence' was the source of a transmitted intelligence-communication indicating a potential 'dare' agenda to wage some kind of running-thinking 'examination(s)' for race-contact philosophy. Amlan was the lone skeptic and wondered if this 'hiding' Martian was the Devil in disguise. Danica insisted, however, this was all good for social media reading bureaucracy (hmm).

EMERGENCY_TRANSMISSION: "Repeat, the dragon alien is purely hostile and required us to perform a 'sport' cave-labyrinth chase-game and is some kind of 'dare' monarch messenger of fertility resilience or strength and perhaps the Devil himself/itself, and we returned its 'fire' of acidic/explosive saliva with our own acid-guns and managed to hinder its feet-speed inside its Martian (underground) 'organic' cave-labyrinth of poison(s) and insist this insect-dragon swift/adaptive 'Xenomorph' creature (of unusual red-leathery color/texture!) is nothing less than leviathan (for Braille)."

WEYLAND: Braille?

CONSULTANT: Seems our Homeland-4 has become messengers of Armageddon.

WEYLAND: Seems a reading/coding for crisis-intelligence...or chess?

CONSULTANT: Perhaps the 'Braile' reference implies a 'human' intuition for blindness!

WEYLAND: We shan't allow our 'heroes' to blur any Earth-fortune agenda for study.

CONSULTANT: Amlan seems to think the 'red-dragon' alien (Xenomorph) is the Devil.

WEYLAND: We'll 'gift' them a retirement-expression and offer comforts-therapy IQ.

CONSULTANT: The Nostromo examination(s)?

WEYLAND: Still a coded-language 'excellence' for future-vanities; with a cool recruit.

CONSULTANT: I read the file...Ellen Ripley (educated/bright).

WEYLAND: This 'Red-Xenomorph' is just a first-reading; we'll find 'Braille' transcript.

CONSULTANT: Wow (for social media).

WEYLAND: Hell, why not video-games (for Homeland direction?).

Amlan was indeed the most 'scarred' from this Mars-contact with this 'hiding' red-dragon 'being' offering this spirit-test wage for mettle/philosophy and pure survivalism-IQ, and when he returned home (safely) decided to become a 'James Bond' writer of varied capitalism-race infiltrations 'imagery' for grounded fortune-readings, subtly offering a 'cooler' ideology of Earth-dominion self-sustainability 'intrigue' for 'evasion' of vanities of non-human 'contact' books (wow).

EZZY: Acid-for-acid, and I think back on college-memory of 'hippies' on LSD better.

DANICA: We had to do what he had to do; even if that Xeno-alien was the Devil!
EZZY: Amlan's a writer now...somewhere in Zurich/Brussels (Swiss-cheese).

DANICA: If that Red Xenomorph was Satan, that Mars-test was some omen-game.

EZZY: Maybe for the 'frailty' of docs (erosion?).

MARCUS: I needed some diplomat of damsel-governance storytelling for Weyland!

THERESA: They consider me (Weyland) a 'model' for cinema-agendas for sci-fi IQ.

MARCUS: And I'm the first-contact 'representative' liaison/escort for your finery?

THERESA: For excellence; Weyland's the 'eye' for future-shape(s) of media-money.

MARCUS: Well, let's hope we're not on some 'bridge' game for capitalist-insanity!

THERESA: Where there's media...there's (always) simplified bureaucracy-tutorials.

MARCUS: Thanx...for a 'cinema' phonon.

Weyland reported ('unofficially') the Xenomorph was not the Devil but a 'cool' Martian with a premonition future-exam for profit-chess endeavors linked to capitalist-interest in the Homeland (Earth) and celebrated the 'quiet-retirement' of Amlan with a pizza-banquet 'event' in New England...perhaps a sign for 'town' like sensibilities for materialities confidence (or midways-bones).

MARCUS: You complementing your comics-writes with a carrom-club (Euro-currency)?

AMLAN: You read about it (online).

MARCUS: Over that Red Dragon trauma on Mars?

AMLAN: I'm a cool Catholic (now), Marcus.

MARCUS: I used to play carrom on my granddad's Quebec house-rooftop garden area.

AMLAN: Quieter times, of youth-memory, Marcus.

MARCUS: They told me you're up for some Pulitzer consideration(s).

AMLAN: Preferred to any 'alien' microscope (or acid).

MARCUS: Ha (good).

Poor Amlan, a once-happier duty-man working at an Arctic ice-station for the gov't-bodies, was now something of a pensive (Catholic?) meditations-man of world-intrigue with humility-minded language-arts for Earth-realm's own 'sovereign' intelligence for self-contained/sustained life and vanities...separate/distant from any godly/ungodly 'host' of games or football. Would this become a 'dark' prologue for the 'highly' anticipated Nostromo mission involving the (wonderful) space-traveler Ellen Ripley (for social media 'culture')?