The black goo is what the jungle is made up of. It is pure haye. But it can’t get to you on its own, a creator is required, the one who converts transforms or gives it to you in the form of an entity, that won’t let you run at all, and won’t let you get your way at all. Then based on these premises gets to you and destroys you. No bargain no middle way no escape.

In Joe’s case it is a social Xenomorph or just simple social people living their lives around him, benign benevolent. In such undetected world seamless and uniform in its composure how does he even figure out how to evade these social animals equipped with nothing just coincidence or nikle. He calls them log, as he is suspicious and sceptical about novel stuff around him, and calls them log technology.