Robotech/Alien: Worlds-at-Thinning

A Story by Abishai100

An Earthling-artist has a dream-vision and prompt to create a sovereignty 'thermal' with dragons for a (possible) thanksgiving.

Fun Manic Monday AM media-crossover of Robotech (futuristic space-war machinery cartoon) and Alien, which is ironically a pretty nifty crossover concept/thesaurus, which I hope you like (and thanks for reading!),

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MAX STERLING: Don't doubt what I tell you in this dream-sleep vision, Amlan.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You say you're from a faraway galaxy, of telepaths, here?

MAX: I've entered your dream using one of our devices; I'm a humanoid.

AMLAN: You claim that your Robotech force is warning us about Alien cinema?

MAX: Robotech is very real; and your Earth-realm Alien sci-fi/horror image is.

AMLAN: You claim our cinema-world media 'Xenomorph' monsters are real?

MAX: Listen to your brain, Amlan; you're our special conduit/diplomat now!

AMLAN: Because I'm a comic-artist; you wish to use me as a media-messager?

MAX: This must be Facebook-like for panic; those aliens from media are real.

AMLAN: Social control for deviance-sanity; the Xenomorphs reside in our ocean?

MAX: And in the ocean-abyss they shall remain; you're to make a storyboard.

AMLAN: Fiction to account for the fact that the Xenomorphs are real?

MAX: If those dragons in your ocean abyss know you did, they'll keep distant!

AMLAN: Because you've negotiated with laser-fight and chess for our vanities.

MAX: You can do this, Amlan; believe in the thesauruses (Selfie-like).

Friends, Mr. Amlan Satan had become quite the brainiac-artist in the world of concept sci-fi arts storyboards for social-media 'friendly' pedestrian/traffic/transit securities 'paranoia' and superstitions of invasion/terrorism in his post-9/11 era Selfie-age of incomplete-distances to the reading of leviathan/uncertainty of pro-globalism rhetoric for network thanksgiving (sure). That's why Max Sterling, fine-commander (pseudo-monarch) of the excellent faraway galaxy of Robotech space-warriors/pilots/democrats, humanoids with 'fantastic' war-machinery and space-vehicles for defense of democracy, communicated with Amlan using telekinesis-device for entering into his dream-sleep vision to convey a crisis/theory. Amlan had to believe in it; and he realized he did (ok).

MAX: So, the insect-dragon 'specters' of nihilism/adversarialism are Hellish.

AMLAN: I've known the Alien stuff for some-time; I'm an American fan.

MAX: I know; and I like your arts; your cyber-work will appease those aliens!

AMLAN: So, Robotech legions contended with Xeno-aliens and made compact?

MAX: Surely, Mr. Satan; you're to create a shadow-art canvas to keep Heaven!

AMLAN: If you failed to win a space-laser IQ and chess-draw, they'd have won?

MAX: Bloody murder/colonization of your entire planet, Amlan Satan (wow).

AMLAN: Why'd the aliens find method/invisibility in cinema, Commander?

MAX: Good question, Amlan; let's say your cinema-America was psychic too!

AMLAN: I admit, the Xenomorphs have visage of the Devil's forces of charge.

MAX: You need not think too deeply why the visions are civilization-paranoia.

AMLAN: Just keep-faith there's a Robotech arm of distance for my art-cheat?

MAX: You said it, Amlan Satan (Facebook-like!).

Friends, Max Sterling of the 'fantastic' Robotech-legion (democracy-defense) continued to outline/reveal to Mr. Amlan Satan, our protagonist prince 'antihero' art-cheat prince of the Western world of Earth (American Homeland) the finery and dark-silhouette of the existence/agenda/consciousness' of those dreaded insect-dragon like 'Xenomorph' aliens lurking/hiding/secured in our Earth's deep-ocean abyss as self-exiles (thanx to Sterling's Robotech distance-war and chess-compact diplomacy for strategy/defense/communications/procedure!) for Heaven. Max told Amlan how the Xeno-aliens wanted to cannibalize and enslave humanoids and seek futility-feelings of fascist-fantasy; and it required Amlan to create a Xeno-dragon ocean-abyss exile/distance fantasy fiction for the distances of safety and sovereignty-respects (damn).

MAX: The Xenomorphs are Holocaust-prone for colonialism, Mr. Satan (wow).

AMLAN: Well, if I make this ocean-abyss fantasy-tale, all's secret/continuity.

MAX: You guessed right, Mr. Satan; that's why this dream-conference is priority!

AMLAN: So, these Xenomorph 'dragons' are not only real but thorough (too).

MAX: If we couldn't find a graph art-diplomat like you, Earth-secrecy is thick.

AMLAN: I guess I keep to myself; my wife's happy; I'll make this protocol-image.

MAX: Good for leviathan...the Xenomorphs seek (simplified) murder, good-man.

AMLAN: Thanx (Selfie-like).

Friends, years following Amlan Satan's Pulitzer-caliber series of comic arts/tales of images of Xenomorphs being (very!) real and existing in our deep-ocean abyss as self-exiled (private) critics of civilization social media, silent and distanced by Commander Sterling's thesaurus chess-and-thanksgiving compact(s), the US-gov't invested in some nifty politics-and-entertainment infused special projects of underwater international peace-accords ventures for social media culture concerning joint-stations of research in the ocean, between once-antagonistic America and Russia, for the excellence in Earth-fantasy machinery image for world-profits theoreticals. Max Sterling of Robotech was simply happy (sure).

MAX: To ensure your faith, in this dream-vision, I shall mail you a present!

AMLAN: I do like the Phillies, so I like this idea, for my doubts, mystery-man.

MAX: Believe in the dream, do the work of the mission, and you'll be delighted.

AMLAN: I'll certainly (at least) love the art's theme...and I'd be safer anyways.
MAX: Hey, Alien is simply theory, Mr. Satan (thanx...and godspeed).

Today, we find Mr. Amlan Satan retired, still married, and still wondering if that dream-sleep vision and communications of war/sovereignty/salvation IQ delivered (seemingly!) by Commander Sterling (of Robotech) was somehow real or simply a 'catalyst-creativity' for Amlan's personal gratifying view that art and space-opera fantasy for civilization distances/securities would always offer Earthlings that 'sportsmanship' cleat for anything theory (Selfie-like).