This station has 3 xeno infestation. A lot of people, and us the survivors. The computers and synthetics are all under weyland control, but do take from us. The Xenos and people are invincible, no win situation with them. We must keep routing to the various areas where computers and synthetics are. That’s the only way out of this. The marines should look us up when communications are up, Narus marine core. Money N credits are required to reprogram the computers, allow us to reach safety maps and locations. Items of interest etc. Best.

It looks like the whole world, people everywhere were compromised by Weyland. They are too many, too strong. They can’t be confronted at all. They all belong to the Alien species now. We seem to be the only survivors Ripley. What do we do, we can’t fight them, not even with guns. It is hopeless. So far, the synthetics and computers of this station, seem to be able to take from us. How did all this happen, many things went unnoticed throughout human history. People all were meant to bring this Alien here to destroy us all. We are the few remaining survivors. Listen weyland has a few marines, those that look like Narus, they might be able to get us to safety. Amanda out.

These people are the ones who are bringing the creature to Earth. The whole company Weyland was a subsidiary of Narus, through which this hell, or Alien, extremely hostile, extremely hazardous pathogen, is being brought to Earth and now remaining crew is expendable. Will we survive any of this? Is their any antegon to contain, this alien biohazard? Everybody is dead in all these ships and now Sevastopol. We’re all doomed. This company is fast turning on us, I think it has become that Alien hazard for us. The pathogen looks irreversible to us.

Weyland was the people of these Aliens. They must have known how to compromise the world, our home world, all the people, humans. Now we’re all going to die here. Shit.

Taylor is dead, Marlow brought the alien on board the Sevastopol, from the Nostromos crash site and then homed in onto that delorant jaggurnaut ship. They thought they’ll make it big. It was the Alien, that’s now here. Weyland I think is still wanting to bring that thing to Earth. They’ve been compromised by these Aliens I think. It is a very hostile species. Mom is in the escape module, in deep space in hyper sleep. We have to save her I guess.

Nobody’s coming back alive from this kind of a mission. It was another Wes-Nikle for me. These kind of undertaking and endeavors are never fruitful, they’re destined for failure and utter dismay. But you can’t avoid them, they’ll stop everything else from ever happening they’re like dreams nightmares, stuff that fantasy movies are made up of. It is like a slaughter, in the simulator, it feels like the mimics from Paris. They’re not competing with anyone, it’s not even a simulation, because these things are live all the time, like X. Hai people, those that turn out to be dad for me. I’m never meeting anyone of them, they’re on DVD only for me. This blog the factory behind its making.

I’m going psychic here?! Just her Hai. See that’s what this blog is about, wes-nikle, via-નીકળે, something we call nahi mile, elusive, alien technology, or race. Other world lifeforms, tigers, lions, bears, this guy is on safari. It preys on people, innocent victims, good people, discovers their weaknesses, their fears, gets them lured in his nest, hunts them out, like with their insides out!! I watched this movie when I was just 9 or 10. Now all this is for real. But the movie still works, even after so many years, it still looks like a movie here. If you have the right equipment. It is on disk now. Baam, on my book shelve.

That’s how money flows here, and how much of it you rake in, is how Jealous you can be. Some stuff is made at infinite jealousy, so can’t have ever, that’s what art is made up of, it is received only after the objects in the art, are not alive anymore. Other times some people moved to a foreign country or the west, so alive, but moved to some place, where you can’t follow. Those are the worst cases of losing people. Another example, is your childhood sweetheart, getting married off, and therefore, now you can’t marry anyone. Your native country, you can’t have, it is under a western country called France coming here. That’s locale you can’t have. Someone getting a job, or career somewhere, opportunity of money, now you can’t have her, people moving out never, coming back. People outside this native peninsula are jealous. So can’t have anything or anyone here without paying them money. It is a jealous world.

Their are so many of them here, only the movie Pitch Black comes to mind. People I meet are all so few. Just a few of us good me. How do we navigate ? What do we eat ? How we keep ourselves fit ? Sanitation, hygiene, and medical aide ? That all the stuff we need to survive here. From the station to capital and back here again. Life has no meaning now. Then money that we need. My dad keeps track of that, which is required to make transactions. That’s what they give us too. So when they come, I only need to produce before them, the money they provided to me, in the nest. That equates to some sort of a closure and they look away. I can’t say with any human enthusiasm, that what we have struck here, gentlemen, an arrogant society of really weird, bipedal organisms, somewhat human in appearance and social structure only. They interact with us through money. I for one, am dazed out of amazement to this kind of a situation. But this is only the beginning, we are not going home, to our America, where I can have a hot dog, and call this place a nightmare, tell stories about how I survived it. Because their is no home to go back to. It is all changing as I arrived here. We’re not going home. That I have ascertained through my time here. What I’ve observed is that this place is changing too, this story does not have any happy ending and a journey back to any homeland. They are black people. Doing nothing, just circulating between cities. I don’t what is going to happen here, but the horror so far, has been rightfully been dissipated into the universe. Each day, each mission, is important. I wish life could be all about making money or have a family. But is not. It is Sci-Fi Horror. All the missions so far have been really horrific, did, I prepare for any of this, while I was growing up, or before I came here ? Overwhelmed with surprise and shock. Then some awe as we wondered at its beauty and perfection. Slow and steady. Slow and steady.

This is not an easy mission, and the map of the nest also does not look friendly. A lot of false leads, bad assertions, and dead ends. These people get too arrogant, and then a lot of push pull, intermittent action, close range combat, with egos and harsh language. Then we reach a condition of bad weather. Nothing is working here, my body aches, my head starts breaking, and I can’t judge anything, in earlier times, I would have pulled out a piece and fired in all directions. But this place is arrogant, guns don’t work here, to clear up any obvious conclusions. So have to move as they do. Apparently they don’t have any shame or concern as to ones life, time of day, or date or time, The emotions and sentiments of the subjects involved in this nest. The with so much turmoil, bad breath, no shower, my body is aching so bad, I can’t even see a thing. It is that bad. Then the monster, lets go, after around 4-5 hours of trails and negotiating maneuvers, that just has to be improvised every time in go down their. I must avoid all that happened in that dark city in previous years, after coming here. They must stop all of this with me in it. I keep pushing all such incidents into the internet.