Alien: Qualification

Space mission to Mars for Weyland Company vanity creates an inception-image of some epic-pass between humans and a dragon.

An Alien inspiration. Happy Halloween, 

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WEYLAND: We want you!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm just a science-fiction and sports man (CalTech-IQ).

WEYLAND: We want you on the Dartmouth-vessel to Mars for this dragon-line.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I just made some nice football crayons fable for kids, sirs.

WEYLAND: We want you.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: There's some communique-line from a mystery-dragon alien?

WEYLAND: This dragon requires diplomacy arms for human world intelligence.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: What if it's a malicious trickster, a game-master, for fools?

WEYLAND: There's a real potential chance it's intrigued by our Selfie-culture.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Mission to Mars (Facebook-like!).

Folks, Amlan Satan was a prototype space-mission diplomat prince, an Earthling of incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of universe arms of fortune direction and prediction sciences when he was snatched by the new space-exploration company of the West (Weyland) and was cast as a social media transit messenger of possible contact with an alien dragon (Facebook-like).

WIFE: You were fated in my estimate to be more an Earth-logic book man, hon!
AMLAN: Well, now I'm to Mars for this stranger communication reciprocity, wife.

WIFE: I got you a special bio-text reading for prayers of Earthling mortality, hon.

AMLAN: I shall return with some answer to mortal thoughts for bio-elements.

WIFE: Good (Selfie-like).

Mr. Amlan Satan darted to the Red Planet post-reception of a stranger intelligence communication by some stranger alien (dragon?) which required some diplomacy-stance for universe education or class. He was the pilot and lone-hero for this mission to Mars. What did this dragon (alien?) want, and why did Amlan become our gentle-born chevalier for the books/fiction? What do you think, folks?

ALIEN: You thought I was some kind of silent psychic, hey?

AMLAN: I had no expectations, Mr. Alien; you've the appearance of an insect.

ALIEN: Man-sized.

AMLAN: You claim your red color reflects some meditation on murder, dragon?

ALIEN: This was wage for Mars-Earth lines; maybe I'm not of Martian origin (ha).

AMLAN: This is some game for Weyland or for me?

ALIEN: I sent the communique for an inception-phase of a tangle with humanity.

AMLAN: You want me to know of your acid-consciousness (for education!).

ALIEN: You return with some sci-fi (horror?) media agenda; it's a maze-word.

AMLAN: Well, either you're tricking Earthlings or creating a saga.

ALIEN: Find out (fiction).

Why'd Amlan Satan return to his Homeland-Cali haven and decide to become a cyber-crayons teacher of youth-innocence for football games fiction for Earthling superstitions? Did the alien (dragon?) he engaged with on the Red Planet shock the Hell out of him (hmmm)? Folks, after you saw and read Amlan's faerie-tales of football games cuddliness for youth post-mission, you would've wondered if that alien chat ingrained in him some escapism for the reality of wrought danger (wow).

"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)